>>>>>[ I'd be delighted to help you with your little holiday to the continent. I'll enclose the location of a friend of ours in Venice ***Encrypt Address*** He's called Cipriano, and if he can't tell you anything you need to know, then I'm certain he'd know who would. I'll contact him and tell him you're going to get in touch with him; He owes us a rather large favor at the moment, and I believe you'll find him more than generous with information. I wish I could help you personally, but we've got two hospitalized members at present and a few government agencies, branches of a worldwide cult, two major multinational corporations, some nasty insect spirits, and a really big Dragon on our arses. Just another day in jolly old England...]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ Herr Cooper, I would confirm the voracity of the majority of the information provided. In line with the discussion regarding the HMMWV, an interesting historical footnote regarding the initial General Purpose vehicle, or "Jeep", hearkens from my memory. When the "Jeep" was first introduced to the battlefield during the World Wars, my countrymen of the time had never seen such a contraption before. In their attempts to explain to their officers the nature of the machine in question, they used this term: Gelandegangigermehrzweckigerpersonenkraftwagen To coin phrase: A mouthful. Essentially, it translates to "multi-purpose powered personnel vehicle for traveling over all types of terrain." Indeed, "Jeep" is far quicker to express. On final point, however: Herr Cooper, if you are actually suggesting that a military grade vehicle, although capable of utilizing various and myriad types of fuel could actually function on coffee, I would direct you to modify your caffeine intack drastically. At times, admittedly, a case could be made for SOLDIERS functioning on coffee alone, but ne'er machinery. ]<<<<< -- Doctor Doom <21:47:25/14-SEP-54> >>>>>[I just got done with the genetic scan of this body here on the table before me and it is radical. And I though Little Dragon's DNA traces and modifications were extreme and weird. Well, they are NOTHING in comparison to what this boy's had done to him. All his genetics point to utilizing his skin and muscle tissues to be able to read EM transmissions. His thumb has the EXACT neural pathways as a Datajack 4 has circuitry, and his brain seems to have been modified to absorb the Sim of the Matrix directly, no cybernetic interfacing required. I would like to meet the designer... He wasn't even "human" anymore his DNA had been modified so extensively. If the people who made this boy can do it again... Yike. Well, my job here is done(i think...) and I'll be heading back on the next flight to Seattle(probably...) Then again,maybe I should take a random flight through an indirect airport. If Mind Throttle has been having problems, the same people may find me too.... Well, time to go into hiding...AGAIN! Aargh!]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(23:41:25/09-14-54) >>>>>[ Sun, I agree with Fenris there's no profit in nailing _all_ the _suspected wendigo's_ (these guys could just be delivery boys after all), however I'm working on a way to make sure that it's plenty hot for all present for quite some time. You are right in that we need backup though, hey Shotgun, chummer, I got some work for you, meet me at *****Location*****. Oh yeah, leave your toys at home, I'm supplying for this run, no arguements. Hmmmm, seeing Nodie's still lying around doing nothing we'll need a get away driver too, anyone out there interested, only good looking (male) rigger's need apply. Thanx for the sympathy Diana, Coffin was the last relative I had left. As for when were ready, that depends on how quick we can scope out when the next delivery is, which brings me to a final point, any drek hot deckers out there need a job!!! ]<<<<< -- SpotOn <23:35:54/09-14-54> >>>>>[ Vanessa!!! Any half decent rigger is welcome, but you have got to be ready to run at a moments notice. ]<<<<< -- Fenris <23:42:15/09-14-54> >>>>>[ You always spoil all my fun! *sulk* ]<<<<< -- SpotOn <23:49:38/09-14-54> >>>>>[You really screwed up, Jackson. We told you that one of your friends would suffer if you messed with our targets, Slide and The Boy, but you didn't listen. Well, now it's time to pay the price. If you want your friend back, you OWE us!]<<<<< -- Smith/Klien/French(00:18:16/09-15-54) >>>>>[Drek!]<<<<< -- Slash(00:18:53/09-15-54) >>>>>[Laverty, I guess I'm writing to you because I don't know who to contact, who to trust. You never told me about all of these clans, or any power struggles. And I don't know who I should trust or believe. I am out in an unsecure area. I will get back to you with what happened with Diana.]<<<<< --Journey <21:23.14/09.14.54> >>>>>[Nicholas, make your next message encrypted. You don't know who might take an interest in this business.]<<<<< --Laverty <21:44.38/09.14.54> >>>>>[There is no need Laverty. We already know. Perhaps I should share with you what occurred when Diana Eithne contacted Nicholas Mac' Gregor. Perhaps then you will see who can offer you and all of your Tir the power they deserve, and that we once had. Behold what technology has revealed: Drone3412.a SURVEILLANCE MODE A:TRANSFER TO SCRIPT VOICE 1= FEMALE ELF VOICEPRINT AA653 IDENTIFIED AS DIANA EITHNE VOICE 2= MALE ELF VOICEPRINT JU43 IDENTIFIED AS NICHOLAS/JOURNEY VOICE 3= MALE ELF VOICEPRINT RH983 NO IDENTIFICATION PROVIDED VOICE 4= FEMALE HUMAN VOICEPRINT 233R DELETED NO CONSEQUENCE DIANA EITHNE= "DID YOU ENJOY YOUR PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS? WOULD YOU LIKE TO INTRODUCE ANY OF THEM TO US? THEY MAY HAVE SKILLS WE COULD USE. NICHOLAS/JOURNEY= "IT'S YOU. WHO ARE YOU, WHY DO YOU KNOW ME? I HAVE NEVER MET YOU. DIANA EITHNE= "THAT IS NOT SURPRISING, BUT TO THE POINT. YOU MAY CALL ME DIANA IF YOU WISH, AND I WISH TO BRING YOU BACK INTO YOUR CLAN. YOUR FAMILY HAS A LONG AND GLORIOUS HISTORY, YOU KNOW." NICHOLAS/JOURNEY= "DON'T GIVE ME THAT DREK! I AM A BASTARD, I NEVER KNEW MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER STOPPED CARING WHEN SHE SAW WHAT I WAS! YOU HAVE THE WRONG MAN, AND I AINT INTERESTED IN YOUR ELVISH ELITE BILGE!" VOICE 3= "YOU WILL WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! NO ONE SPEAKS TO THE PRINCESS THAT WAY!" DIANA EITHNE= "REALLY, YOUR RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION IS REFRESHING, BUT THE TRUTH IS THE MOTHER YOU KNEW HAD NO MORE RELATION TO YOU THAN SOME ORK LACKEY. AND I AM PREPARED TO TEACH YOU OF YOUR HERITAGE AND WHAT YOU MAY BECOME." NICHOLAS/JOURNEY= "YEAH, LIKE DORIAN AND HIS BAND OF KILLERS. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FRAGGING TALK! YOU MAY THINK THAT YOU ARE DIFFERENT, BUT HAVING POINTY EARS JUST MEANS THAT I HAVE A DIFFERENT HAT SIZE. NO MORE, NO LESS. IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF DIVINE RIGHT, THEN GO WITH IT, BUT ME, I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT IN MY SHADOWS." DIANA EITHNE= "I HOPE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, NICHOLAS. BECAUSE IF YOU ARE NOT WITH US, YOU ARE AGAINST US. AND DON'T THINK ABOUT CONTACTING DORIAN. HE CANNOT PROTECT YOU." END OF TRANSMITTED SCRIPT 33Lh4. You see Laverty. You pup Nicholas has no allies. If he refuses to come to me, he will have no shelter under which to hide. You know the credo, Laverty. If you do not rule, you are ruled.]<<<<< --Dorian <22:50.00/09.14.54> >>>>>[Ganz. Where is the cooperation you promised me. I have helped you in your petty little machinations. If you cannot provide me with more than just some recorded transcript, I may have to change our arrangement. I am losing patience, do not disappoint me.]<<<<< --Dorian <00:05.21/09.15.54> >>>>>[You know, AJ? Things like this body you "found" don't help me sleep soundly at night. Yuck, yuck, and *yuck*!! Past differences aside, if you're still in Seattle, I've got a few places you can hide out, for a price, of course.]<<<<< -Blinder >>>>>[You fool! you attempted to contact me through this board! I was hoping to maintain my passive connection but it was your message that flagged it for these illustrious technomancers to trace me! You have set back my plans by at least a year. . .As for your payment, it is unterwegs.]<<<<< --Herr Ganz <03:04:29/9-15-54> >>>>>[Jaez, why did you hire that creep to slice William?]<<<<< -- Mind Throttle <03:08:48/9-15-54> >>>>>[Various reasons. One he's good, one of the best in the shadow community, which is the only sphere I will draw my pool from. Two, he was having a hard time. . .I figured I'd get him some legit biz on a trip that would take him out of harm's way. . .temporarily. Three. . .I felt like it. BTW AJ, don't leave quite yet. The boys got a hang-up prepping their plane to Hawaii, so they won't arrive until later today. Belle's got the list of dropsites; try Nikki-6.]<<<<< -- Jaez <03:13:45/9-15-54> >>>>>[Nikki-6?]<<<<< -- Mind Throttle <03:13:28/9-15-54> >>>>>[Don't ask. It's based on some old rocker's name. Besides, we got more important biz to log on this node. I did some checking around for that car and teh geek it left behind. Emporium's been a great help with the police conacts he's got on the island. . . without him we wouldn't know the following. Stiff geek's gota fake card, based on the SIN of some Troll baby that got beat to death a few years back. Listed as Craig McFarlane, 33, Elec Engineer from Arizona State. . .Anyway, the background check the fuzz ran didn't scan anything unusual OTHER than this mismatched metagenetype, but that wasn't recorded on the credstick as troll anyway. If someone can check the records office in Vancouver, BC, and get a fix on when the record was changed and then trace who. . .that would be tres chic.]<<<<< -- Packard Belle <03:13:29/9-15-54> >>>>>[Already did it, based on the data you faxed me earlier. The file change was logged by henry Kaplan, who only worked there for six months. Anyone for a jaunt to Canada?]<<<<< -- Jaez <03:22:45/9-15-54> >>>>>[*warily* What .about. Arleesh and Aztlan?]<<<<< -- Shockwave (7:18:50/9-15-54) >>>>>[DELAYED TRANSMISSION FROM 9/9/54: KHANx: I have some information regarding the whereabouts of your Mum. I witnessed a little incident while out doing some shopping and, by the mannerisms of the woman involved, suspected it was could be you mother. When I saw that she was in trouble I called out your name to see if she responded, and she did, it was definately her. I watched as she was abducted by some rather official looking sorts. They were muttering to themselves in a dialect I know to be Amazonian, and pointing to an object she was carrying with her. Then they escorted her out against her will. I have my suspiscions as to where they have taken her given the appearance of these characters. I know something of their customs and laws and beleive I have a chance to negotiate with them to gain her release. I followed them (as suspected) to the Amazonian Consulate. I am now going there to try to find out what has happened. If you have received this message it means something has gone wrong and I did not make it back from there to stop this transmission. All I can say now is HELP! If you have received this before any other messages from me I have obviously been not only unable to return, but also unable to send out anything. Therefore, your assistance is of extreme urgance! Get your collective butts over here!]<<<<< -- FraterNay >>>>>[I here it's chucking it down in Merry Old England at the mo,Blindside. I see from your list of problems, you miss that one out, old son *grin* Ta Muchly, for the name, it'll be most helpful. By the way, I wasn't joking about the beer situation in Seattle ! I owe you a pint of what ever you drink Term ! Gawk - good luck old man, er Ork. Watch out, the anti terrorist team are still all over the shop and are pretty fragged off with us. Phoenix, I've been taking a look at "the cargo" and I don't think I like it's contents. Should certain groups find out about this then, things are going to be getting a bit out of hand. Blitz, the weather in the area we're travelling through is getting worse, we might be a bit slightly late if it doesn't improve.]<<<<< --WHAT(18:54:41/15-09-54) >>>>>[Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jaez. I appreciate it. And I'm not sure that Mind Throttle likes me performing the autopsy on William. I just don't think that she really liked me using the bone splitters and small power saws to open up the scull, but it had to be done. And I will hang around for a while. I have no more desire to be splattered all over the Pacific than M.T. probably has to have be doing my job or keep me around. And I'll be there.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(13:38:06/09-15-54) >>>>>[I forgot to mention this, and don't take this as a personal affont, Jaez, but I think you can take Renraku off the William search. If their gengineering could have done this to William's DNA they sure could have done a better job with Little Dragon's. Their skill just isn't up to the level displayed in this guy's DNA. But the other Megas are still in the lineup. When I get back to Seattle, I'll start hitting my old contacts and see what turns up(Wow, I haven'ttalked to Mike in years!).]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(13:41:56/09-15-54) >>>>>[*****Include Live Video Feed***** This is Charlie Fingers here, reporting now from Interpol Headquarters, UCAS. There have been recent developments in the Mil Tech case of New Orleans, and Commander Drake is about to release a statement as to those developments. Ah, here he is now. *****Include picture of Commander Drake, body sculpted***** At 0948 this morning, EST, an individual with an alias of Dante[--Insert Decker text--"What!! I told him I wanted it anonymous!!--] provided us with evidence regarding the suspected illegality of the Mil Tech orginization and it's President, Dr. Alexander Jackson. It involved several messages from the Mil Tech node and employees and Dr. Jackson himself regarding smuggling, robbery, hijacking, kidnapping, and traffiking in stolen goods, as well as murder. We have issued a warrant for his arrest and his dual citizenship with the UCAS and CAS governments has been revoked. A reward of 10000 nuyen is offered to anyone with information regarding his whereabouts or the location(s) of the now defunct Mil Tech's Board members. contact Interpol, Special Operations Branch and they will contact me. And I'm very sorry, but there will be no question and answers today. Good day. Well, that was Commander Drake on the Mil Tech/Jackson case. In a related release, Ares Macrotech has offered a 50000 nuyen reward for information regarding the whereabouts of a Charles Eagle Plume, thought to have been the security director for Mil...What's this?...are you SURE?! Oh, I'm sorry. I have just been handed a release by my aide that ALL public records of Mil Tech and Dr. Jackson have mysteriously disappeared from the databases of the CAS, UCAS, Carrib. League, CFS, San Fran, Seattle, and the NAN. This apparently includes all the government and private databases as well. Only the Corp Court in Zurich Orbital seems to be unaffected. More information will be forthcoming as it becomes available. Signing off, this is Charlie Fingers. *****End Live Video Feed***** chuckle chuckle snicker snort laugh chortle laugh ha ha ha ha har har har Ha Ha Ha HA HA HA AHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA(sound of laughter trailing off into the distance...)]<<<<< -- Dante(13:59:23/09-15-54) *****Encrypt Lucifer v4 Cmdr Drake, Interpol >>>>>[Cmdr, you are a drekhead. I provided that data, downloaded from the Data Haven's system publically(and normally) to you under the strict assureances that you would NOT use my name with it. And you go off and broadcast it over the NETWORKS? WHY!!!!!?]<<<<< -- Dante(14:04:40/09-15-54) >>>>>[Very simple, Dante. I don't deal with terrorists. I have a file on you over 10 pages long; longer even then I have on Jackson or any of his friends. And it shows me that you have no honor, no respect for your enemies, just an insatiable greed for a rush, the nuyen, and your way all the time. I don't like Jackson, or Solitiare, or FM, or any of them, but they ALL have my respect, from one enemy to another, two people who hate each other for what the other has done or does, but RESPECT and HONOR for their abilities. You wouldn'tunderstand.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(14:09:09/09-15-54) >>>>>[FocusCrew:I'll use that term for lack of a better one right now. This is about as serious as you'll ever see me. I'm not playing right now, so listen and listen well. I've just contacted Amelia and have secured passage to Amazonia via private cargo carrier. There should be no restrictions on what you want to bring, within reason. We don't have time to buy anything. Just pack your shit and meet me at my flat ASAP. Kendra and I leave promptly at 05:00 from an undisclosed location, with or without the rest of you. Poincare, KHANx will show you the way to my flat. I'm not normally this bitchy, but it's FRATERNAY we're talking about here!!!!! Nobody better f*&k with me on this one. Hell hath no fury like a magiko-queen scorned ...]<<<<< -- Millhaus <13:05:23/15-Sept-93> >>>>>[Well, Solitaire, I guess you've been busy. So, how did you do the data deletions anyway? And how many times did she flatline this time...4, 5 times?]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(14:11:55/09-15-54) >>>>>[Try six. We're forming a pool and taking bets on how many times she kicks off taking on the Corp Court records. The number is already up to 11... And she's started keeping track of how many times her brainwaves and heart flatlines on her deck case with little red "EEG" stamps. She's up to 20 now, you know, and she is quite crazy too.]<<<<< -- Collussus(14:14:42/09-15-54) >>>>>[I know. That's part of the reason she's so good. And I guess I should say thank you to her...I think...]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(14:15-39/09-15-54) >>>>>[Happy birthday, King Of Swords. And I did it with some very smart frames that I had been working on for 6 months. All I had to do was put them into the system and turn them on and away they went...all except the Corp Court one. It died, so I have to do that one myself(-insane grin-). And you didn't want me to do it to the Data Haven, so they should be the only ones with knowledge of you by the end of the day tomorrow. I need to sleep now. Oh, by the way. The new node is up and on-line as of 20 minutes ago, so buisness is back!]<<<<< -- Solitiare(14:20:26/09-15-54) >>>>>[ Checking the word on the street, we were able to track Nex down. Seems he had spent all day "centering" himself...before taking off, for Hell's Kitchen! Roxey was pretty hyped on finding him and, since she knows the area better n' just about anyone, she pretty much took the lead. It was just getting dark, when we arrived, and everthing looked so _eerie_! There was mist everywhere, and patches of boiling mud sent up geysers of steam. It was so still, and _quiet_...SPOOKY! We hunted around, till we found Nex' truck, parked at the end of an old road, next to a silver Blitzen. But, there was no sign of Nex. Roxey sent Max out, to locate him, and he was back in about half a second! We followed him over a rise, and we could hear the sound of steel on steel. By this time, Roxey was getting pretty excited, so she raced ahead. When we caught up to her, she was looking out across this plain of volcanic rock, & lava. And, in the middle of that plain, we could see Nex, crossing swords with one who could've only been SteelTower. Looking at this guy, we could see the resemblance. He was just a little taller, and less muscular. And, his hair wasn't as long, or as red. But, his skin was as "bronzed" as Nex', and his features were cut about the same, though he wasn't quite as handsome. I couldn't see his eyes, from that distance, but I figured they were probably the same emerald green...but, they would've been very cruel. They even _moved_ a lot alike...smoother & quicker than any cat ever could! Which meant they were BOTH phys. ads.! SteelTower's moves were too fluid, for heavy augmentation. They were just haching it out, Nex with onna' his katanas; SteelTower, with a sabre. Sparks were flying and, with every stroke, we thought one a' those blades was gonna _snap_! But, amazingly, they held! Guess BOTH of 'em must've been dikoted... Well, both of 'em had lots a' nicks & cuts, but neither seemed to be gaining any ground. FRAG! They were GOOD! Finally, after about 15 mins., SteelTower threw his sword aside...and TACKLED Nex, while he was still off-balance, from a blow he'd parried at an awkward angle! They went down, and started fighting, hand-to-hand. At least _SteelTower_ did! Nex just sorta _looked_ at him, real confused, a coupla' seconds! Long enough for SteelTower to get in a coupla' good hits...though he just seemed to be _slapping_ at him, sorta! He realy wasn't trying to do any damage, at first! But, for ome reason, Nex wouldn't even TRY to defend himself! He just sorta' _stared_ at the man, his eyes all huge & round...like a _child's_! And, Streetwolf's beside me, whispering encouragement thru his teeth, and just _begging_ Nex to "_fight back_, THIS TIME!" (?) But, he just WOULDN'T! He laid there, for a minute or so, just letting SteelTower POUND on him! And, by _this_ time, the slitch was aiming to do damage! _Then_, he starts making these really OBNOXIOUS remarks, about Nex' mother, and such! I guess he was just trying to get Nex pissed off. And, well...it WORKED! Nex yelled something, in Gaelic, which most've us couldn't understand...but, I'd have to guess it was fairly _unprintable_! Then, he starts putting all thoseblack belts of his to work, for him! And, he starts REALLY tearing into SteelTower! WHAT?!? Oh, DREK! Someone _else_ needs this terminal! FRAG! People...I'm tryingto POST, here!?! Oh, HELL....I'll be right back! Make this QUICK, wouldja'!]<<<< -Sahara <14:37:26/15-09-54> >>>>>[ Sorry 'bout the little interuption, folks! I'm using a public terminal, here! Hopefully, that won't happen again! Now, _where_ was I? Oh, yes, fightingback....yeah! Nex had started fighting back, see. But, his only problem was, he was going on his _anger_! I've NEVER seen him so PISSED! He's NEVER lost it in a fight, like that! `cause of this, SteelTower was able to REALLY do some _damage_! He ripped _right thru_ Nex' armoured vest! And, it was so _quiet_, out there, save for those two fighting, that we could _hear_ Nex' ribs breaking! *SHUDDER* Nex DID get in a few really _solid_ strikes, though, and they seemed to slow SteelTower down, a good bit! That's when SteelTower shouted someting that sounded like a CODE WORD....and, that _slitch_, GATES, showed up, from outta' NOWHERE! He must've let loose with some sorta mana spell, `cause Nex turned, and made like he was _hitting_ at something...but, there was nothing there...though, it _still_ looked like he HAD hit something,...ya know!? Then, he staggered, and screamed, and put his hands to his head! Then, his nose just started gushing blood, like he'd gotten nailed, pretty hard, in the head with something! Well, now...THAT was IT! As much as we'd all hated it, we _knew_ this was something Nex had to handle HIMSELF! So, we'd all stayed out! Until SteelTower CHEATED! Gates had powered up, again, and whipped another spell at Nex...we could see the energy _crackling_ thru the air! But, a split-second before that powerbolt woulda' slammed into Nex...probably tearing him _apart_...it bounced away! Good ol' MAX'd put up a barrier, real quick-like, and _saved_ his sorry butt! Before Gates could throw anything MORE at him, though, Roxey let outta' _scream_, and this FIREBOLT goes streaking thru the dark, towards him! And, when it connected ...well, ya shoulda' SEEN the nice, pretty bonfire Gates made for us! *evil grin* Roxey'd been standing near Nex' holstered Pred II. Seems the guys figured they'd just fight it out, mano-a-mano...all nice n' honorable-like. R-IGHT! SteelTower, that sneaky _bastard_, had been wearing a _concealed pistol_! He drew it, and had it lined up _real_ nice, with Nexey-boy's HEAD! But, Roxey let out another scream, to warn Nex, and let loose with another firebolt! This one went wide, though, and she ended up turning a coupla' boulders to SLAG! The diversion gave Nex time to get to his feet, while SteelTower realigned his shot--to take ROXEY out! She had picked up Nex' pistol, and, as he lunged to push her out of SteelTower's sights, she tossed it to him. From there, it all just seemed to move in slow-motion! As Nex pushed Roxey aside, catching his gun, SteelTower pulled off two shots. Nex stumbled, as one took him _thru_ the right thigh! Roxey went limp in his arms, as the second hit _her_! Nex screamed something, in Sperethiel, as Roxey fell. Turning, he squeezed off a shot at SteelTower, knocking the gun from his hand! WHAT a SHOT! I thought that only happened in old flats! WHA....OH! _NOT_ AGAIN! FRAGGIT! I was just gettin' to the GOOD PART! Oh, DREK! I'm gonna go find another terminal! I be back, in just a sec....*SIGH* ]<<<<< -Sahara <15:09:47/15-09-54> >>>>>[any'ne who is wonder'ng about who SteelTower is, He is The Nexus's Biological fater. SteelTower(Neil Torrance Allister) wa' a ver' abusiv' fater an' abandon'd the family. Nex's adoptive fater wa' Allen Og O'Brecon. Nex changed hi' name from Torrey to Sean becaus' of hi' hatr'd for Neil, and hi' luv fer Allen see'g Sean wa' Allen's Middle name. The family left TNO fer Chicago becaus' Allen wa' human. Tha' wa' the last I had seen of Nex unti' recen'ly. Allen's death musta occur'd sometim' aftre this. Thi' is wha' all thes' probl'ms ar' all about wit' SteelTower.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend) (15:40:43/09:15:54) >>>>>[Millhaus, I am at KHANx's now, with Bunker, Prophet and KHANx. All have been informed of the situation and are preparing their gear now. Since I have the least amount of equipment to prepare, I was delegated to informing you that we are on the way. KHANx, as you said, knows the way and will be navigating me (I'm going to get some practice with the Humvee). We'll be at your flat within an hour.]<<<<< -- Poincare [15:29:56|09-15-54] >>>>>[ *SIGH* THAT'S better! I've found a terminal that's kinda outta' the way...so, MAYBE, I can get this done with! Now, lessee...ok? Gates, firebolts, shotsat Nex & Roxey...alright, GOT IT! Nex took a coupla' steps, toward SteelTower, and then fell to one knee. We all could tell he was hurting, and mad as all Hell! But, he just hung his head, and looked totally defeated! SteelTower, getting all cocky, snickered and, drawing adirk from his boot, came at Nex again! As he came at him, Nex reached up, and grabbed his collar in a cross-hold, so SteelTower couldn't twist free. Then, hejust rocked back, real hard, on his heel, wrapping his free leg around SteelTower's. And, pulls him down, _on top of him_! We couldn't figure _that_ suicide move out! From what we could see, this lil' maneuver of his had only succeeded in driving the knife into his THROAT! All we could do was hold our breath & stare, as Nex lay there, convulsing! But, _SteelTower_ was the one who'd been in convulsions...and started coughing up blood! And, Nex just had this really _grim_ smirk on his face! Then, before anyone could even move, Nex rolled SteelTower offa' him, and sorta half-crawled, half-staggered to his feet! That's when we saw SteelTower's sword,sticking thru that son-of-a-slitch's OWN STOMACH! When Nex had dropped to the ground, he was concealing the sabre with his LEG! When he took hold of SteelTower, he'd had his heel on its hilt! He'd rocked back, tipping the blade up, and pulling SteelTower down onto it! It was a gutsy move--and, one that had almost gotten him KILLED! It was only by sheer, dumb LUCK, that the dirk had missed him, direct! Still, it HAD left him with a pretty nasty scratch, on the side of his neck! Well, Nex picks up his gun, and walks, real slow-like, over to SteelTower, who'sjust layin' there, staring up at him--with this cocky SMIRK on his face! Nex knelt down, straddling him, and took him by the collar, again. "WHA'? No HUG, fer yer _dear ol' DAD_?!" the asshole has the NERVE to say! Nex just looked at him, a long moment, and, we could see he was pretty confused. Then, his eyes wander over, to where Roxey's laying, REAL still. And, they justBLAZE, for a second! Then, they get cold as ICE, like they do , when he's working! And, his voice gets REAL hard. "Yer PATHETIC," he said, matter-of-factly, then he drops the slot, and stands over him, Predator raised. "Go ahead, TORREY! SHOOT m'! Ya canna DO it, KEN ya!? Always _said_ ya were a worthless, snot-nosed lil' BASTARD, who'd ne`r amount ta nothin'! Ya couldnna defend yer _whore_ of a m'ther...and, ya couldnna save yer _whore_ of a girl friend! Ya canna e`en defend YERSELF! _Look_ atcha! YER pathetic!" That's when Nex pulled the trigger, shooting SteelTower in the stomach! "Tha' one was fer M'ther," he said. A second shot, in the chest! "_Tha'_ was fer _Holly_!" By now, we could see SteelTower wasn't feeling so cocky! In FACT, he was so _terrified_, he pissed his pants, right about then, I'd bet! *GRIN* "This is fer ROXEY!" a shot to the neck! Very slow & deliberate-like, he raised the pistol, lined it up--and smiled the COLDEST smile I have EVER seen! Then, just before he pulled the trigger, he said, "an, _this_ one is fer _ME_! Save a spot, fer me, in HELL! An'...Have a Nice Day!" And, the bullet ripped thru SteelTower's skull, square between the eyes! Nex just seemed to deflate, then. Stumbling over to Roxey, he collapsed by her side. Taking her, EVER-so gently, in his arms, he cradled her. He just startedto cry, trembling & murmuring quietly to her about how sorry he was, and what a fool he'd been. I guess the poor kid was so exhausted, he thought she was dead!But, Streetwolf said she was just unconscious, and really didn't seem to be hurt, all that badly. But, problem WAS, Nex wouldn't let ANYONE near her! Not even SLASH! He just sorta _snarled_ at him, and flashed his fangs & razors...he didn't even look HUMAN! *SHUDDER* MaxiMillion to the rescue...again! He hit Nex with a low-forcesleep spell...but, Nex was so pumped, he just shrugged it off! So, Max tried a higher one! Nex FINALLY went down, and we could get in, to check them out! Nex was ripped up, pretty bad, with a coupla' bruised & broken ribs, a bullet hole thru his leg, and a really NASTY concussion...not to mention, DOZENS of cuts & bruises, and a black eye. Roxey had been shot in the arm, but had hit her head on a rock, when she fell, knocking herself out cold! We've been at the hospital with them, all night. And, they're both asleep. The doctors say they should BOTH be fine, in a week or two, thank Gaia! But, they have Nex under pretty heavy sedation, due to his "emotional state." Looks like he's gonna have a LOT to work out, over the next coupla' weeks! Poor kid! But, at least he's got Roxey! She really loves him, even if she just doesn't _say_ it, often. *SIGH* _Young love_... *smirk* Well, we'll be keeping ya'll posted....looks like someone _else_ needs this drekkin' thing! ]<<<<< -Sahara <16:07:15/15-09-54> >>>>>[Motley Crew, Nex is in the hospital...so let's get him while he's down. So we can talk to him with out him "escaping"...and get him to listen to Dragon and myself...I hate this "Family Feud". I'm not holding the death of Garret against him, too much.]<<<<< --Buzz (the one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Yeah, let's go get that sorry son of a slitch...and congratulate him on killing the guy who tried to kill him.]<<<<< --Shadow (16:33:44 EDT/09:15:54) >>>>>[Hmmmm. Thats rather strange. The Amazonian authorities have contacted me to say that my mom will not be eaten tomorrow, but rather is being held for another purpose (unstated). They advise me to not seek her release or else (again unstated). Prophet, whaddya got on this mess? Poincare, we be off soon - so be ready. Focus Crew, I think this trip has become even more urgent than before. So lets do it.]<<<<< -- KHANx (15:39:41/9.15.54) >>>>>[Thats an aye, SpotOn. Silver Tux and I will be ready for the go.]<<<<< -- Sun (15:41:56/9.15.54) >>>>>[ Got it, Doctor Doom. The files that were stolen were from the Alpha Phase of the Alpha-Omega Project. Don't we just do a great job of misunderstanding each other from time to time? ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <14:34:10/09-15-54> >>>>>[ No, DOA. I think the jerk and my buddy are still alive. As for how to find out for sure, your guess is as good as mine. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <14:35:12/09-15-54> >>>>>[ Now, who wants to hear about the really embarrassing thing that happened to Cerise Monday night? ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <14:36:04/09-15-54> >>>>>[ If you tell anyone! I MEAN ANYONE!!!! Your a dead man!]<<<<< -- Cerise <14:37:37/09-15-54> >>>>>[ Don't threaten my boyfriend. ]<<<<< -- Raven the Mage <14:38:03/09-15-54> >>>>>[ Keep his mouth shut and there won't be a problem. ]<<<<< -- Cerise <14:38:38/09-15-54> >>>>>[ I DO! I DO! ]<<<<< -- Kaneda (Loud is good/Fast is better) >>>>>[ You would. ]<<<<< --Vixen (16:42:44/09-15-93) >>>>>[ Just another page for the old B-Team Scrapbook: )Include File 114.LTimes( TOWER OF LONDON "BUZZED" BY DRAGON Eyewitnesses claim aliens responsible At approximately 3:14 yesterday afternoon the Tower of London was attacked by an unknown dracoform, resulting in little damage to the Tower itself but massive structural damage to the Tower Thistle Hotel across the street. Beefeater Sergeant Edward Carruthers was patrolling the Tower's battlements at the time of the attack. "Cor, 'E was a big one! 'ad a wingspan wide as Tower Bridge, 'e did!" Carruthers reported. "I was on top of the Tower, cleanin' out some birds' nests, when I sees this shimmering in the air, about 'alf a mile above and behind the hotel. And then I sees this great beast--lord, what a monster 'e was!--appear, Like 'e'd just dropped a cloaking field or some such. Now, 'e was divin right at me, and outa' the sun, too, but I coulda sworn he looked somthin' metallic. So I thinks, "Eddie, it's about time ye got your arse outa' there." An' I did. Oh, boy, I din't move that fast in all my born days. "So the Dragon dives at th' Tower, only 'E goes slamming into the roof of the 'otel instead, an' he tears out these steel beams like they was paper, an he sticks 'is great ugly 'ead inside, but then 'e looks up. An' when I look up, the way th' dragon's lookin, right? I sees this Spaceship! Aliens, it was! It was black as night, an' it looked like a big flounder 'angin' in midair! So the spaceship, it wiggles it's wings at th' Dragon, and takes off screamin', like a...like a...like somethin' unholy! Then it just disappears! "The dragon, it looks off after the flyin' saucer, and it shimmers, and then 'e's just gone!" Sergeant Carruthers story was corroborated by other eyewitnesses in and around the tower complex at the time. Damage to the hotel appears to be contained to the top floor, estimated by Lloyds to be within a range of two to three million pounds. There are no known casualties from the attack, although police are still sifting through the wreckage in search of the missing occupants of the hotel's Royal Suite. A spokesman for the Wierd Happenings Organization, which is headquartered in the Tower, said the matter was under investigation but they could not comment at this time. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[Nex really went off the deep end tonite. Even worse than when he thought Rox was dead last night. That boy went BESERK! And with stiches in his leg still! But I am getting ahead of myself here... I picked up Diana at the airport arond 1500, filled her in on what had happened to Nex and Rox last night, and drove to the hospital. She went right to Nex, which surprised me a little. Guess she figured that Rox would kill her if she had worried about her first. Probably right too. But her eyes took on a glazedlook, aura scannin I guess, but then she got really p-o'd, ripping the IV's out of Nex, cursin in Creole, and deMANDing to see the doctor in charge. He never showed up, but Buzz and the crew did. I tried to keep them out while Diana was Healing up Nex, but to no avail. Only after Diana threatened to make Buzz a woman did the Crew even quiet down. Nex was wakin up when he suddenly snapped FULLY awake and demanded to see Roxey. Seems that his delerious drug- induced visons showed her watchin over him, so he knew she was alive. Well, he just ignored Buzz and Dragon as they tried to stop him. If that look coulda killed, both of them would have been in intensive care, and they got out of the way. Diana and I followed and found the room I knew was hers totally EMPTY. She had even been checked out of the hospital by a Doctor S. K. French. We scanned all the logs of the hospital and found NO mention of a Dr. S. K. French. Well, Nex realized just before I did that Smith, Klien, and French had known about Roxey and had threatened to take a "friend" from AJ as a hostage, and he just about went beserk. He had been limping from the stitches in his leg and the taped ribs, but he just stood up, tore off his robe(leaving him butt naked!) and sprinted back to his room, tearing the stitches out in the process. But he didn't even seem to feel the pain or realize he had blood pouring down his leg. Buzz and the Motley Crew saw the look on his face and decided that Maybe leg. Buzz and the Motley Crew saw the look on his face and decided that Maybe (I HATE turtles!) they had better leave thier buisness to a little later, although they did make fraggin sure that Nex knew they wanted to talk. Well, he got all dressed before he even realized that he was barely able to breathe or walk, and then he did what no man has ever DARED to do. He yanked Diana's shades off, stared her straight in those black holes of cybereyes Diana's shades off, stared her straight in those black holes of cybereyes (FRAGGGGGG!!!!!!) without freakin out, and DEMANDED that she heal him fully on the spot. She was for the first time in her life totally without words. So she healed him and he has gone a-huntin. Speakin of huntin, we know that Smith, Klien, and French(S.K. French anyone?) have Roxey somewhere, but we aren't sure where. And Max has disappeared too, her ally, and he's the only one who could find her REALLY fast. We need to know _yesterday_, so any info will be appreciated.]<<<<< -- Slash(21:56:54/09-15-54) >>>>>[Blinder, I don't know. My paranoia index is usually around a 4(out of 10)but right now it is about a 8.5. With Drake on my butt, my citizenship canceledand the people who blew up the car at the cemetary probably hanging around somewhere, I really need a place to hide till my friends can set one up for me. But your admitted working relationship to P. Clement, even if not recent, makes me just a little wary of your offer. I'll accept if you can guarantee my safety, but only for a couple of days.]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(22:04:26/09-15-54) >>>>>[Yo, SpotOn, sorry for the delay, but I had to finish up some biz. The cred balance is still a bit low for me liking (but when isn't it), so I'll help you. If the toys are good I'll use them, but don't expect me to leave my lucky Roomsweeper at home, ya know better than that.]<<<<< -- Shotgun <22:30:05/09:15:54> >>>>>[Slash, we would like to help, but we would need some info. on the French connection as I feel like calling S. K. F. Bloodtooth can send his ally to help, and we can get a Bear Shaman intiate to help.]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[As the friend of Bloodtooth has stated, I will help in case there is ANY need for my services.]<<<<< --The Transformer (00:05:34 EDT/09:16:54) >>>>>[Scene: At Katana Industrials docks. The familiar face of Steven Stalker with a country hick (What's he doing in the plex anyway?) next to him. Steven Stalker: "This is your action news reporter, with all the news that is news across the nation, dockside, here at Katana Industrials. Sir, did you see what happened?" Country Hick: "Yeeah, Ah did. Ah was fishing off of dock 17, when... Here they come around those barrels of toxic waste over there *points to something off camera*, fighting with swords...Ah cried out to Ethel, 'Don't Look, Ethel!', but it was too late. She had already been sideswiped...slashed her from head to toe. They fought right past me to the end of the pier, where one of them blocked a slash from the other, and fell into the Sound." SS: "Anything else? Like a description, perhaps?" CH: "Yeeah, both of them were wearing long coats, and were wielding their swords as if they were born to 'em. The one that was left on the docks said, 'Good-bye, MacLeod.', then turned and ran into the warehouse." SS: "Thank you, sir. We will be keeping you up to date on whether or not this has any connections to the other strange happenings that have been occurring in the plex in the last few weeks. This is Steven Stalker reporting for KTAN News."]<<<<< --KTAN News Agency (00:07:54 EDT/09:16:54) >>>>>[ Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems that a decker named Chromium has provided us with the required information, for a small fee of course. The next delivery occurs on Sunday, if you three are ready to play, lets get this run over with. ]<<<<< -- Fenris <00:30:08/09-16-54> >>>>>[Leave Cerise alone, Nightstalker. There's no need to humiliate the lass. Let it lie. It'd be like talking about The Mall (and if you ever go into details on that, I'll fry your deck when you least expect it. Let's see Raven protect you from THAT!). Yes, Cerise shamelessly used me to get to...never mind. But that's no need to embarass her. Much. Let's just forget (well, maybe not forget, more like put behind us) the whole thing.]<<<<< --Highlander (21:42:32/9-15-54) *****Encrypt Cerise MPCP only >>>>>[I hope you're feeling better now, lassie? Sigh.]<<<<< -- Highlander (21:43:15/9-15-54) >>>>>[Ah, there they go, the Musketeers. Of course, they've got real guns now. With Mathas out of my hands, I think I'll go to bed.]<<<<< -- Jaez <23:34:28/9-15-54> >>>>>[Right. We'll get it to Belle and Throttle at the rendevous point. Punch it, Sonic.]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <23:35:12/9-15-54> >>>>>[No need to tell me twice. I have a need for speed!]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <23:35:56/9-15-54> >>>>>[I never would've guessed you'd be in such a hurry to leave Jaez.]<<<<< -- Hangtime <23:36:34/9-15-54> >>>>>[What are you talking about?]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <23:36:57/9-15-54> >>>>>[Nothing-except that you hung around her an awful lot while we were there. You even lingered in her room a while.]<<<<< -- Hangtime <23:37:26/9-15-54> >>>>>[You're reading too much into this. She just has a rather large collection of music that I like. In fact, I got a copy of this great Tom Petty song: "Running down a Dream". I'll punch it up as soon as "valkyries" is over (sorry, Doc, I couldn't resist playing tribute to you as we blaze outta Seattle).]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <23:38:21/9-15-54> >>>>>[Can it, kids. Hangtime, get some sleep. . .you never know what'll be waiting for us on the other end of this ride. This public forum is not a place to discuss your rivalries. Now clear the bandwidth so I can get some work done. I'm scanning the logs to see if there are any correlations we haven't missed.]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <23:45:34/9-15-54> >>>>>[All right. I guess I'm just kind of excited. ..Luaos, surfers, warm sand and water. ..I hope Hawaii lives up to the VR the travel company had set up.]<<<<< -- Hangtime <23:46:19/9-15-54> >>>>>[Kid, nothing lives up to the VRs anyone's got set up.]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <23:47:27/9-15-54> >>>>>[Any of you lads or lasses ever hear of a Katana Industries? They're based in the UK, but have offices all over. A countryman hired me to take a look at their files, and I found something...interesting. I'm not sure what to make of it, so I'll throw it out to all the experts of the net. Evidentally these people are working on an artificial HMHVV virus. I ran across some records of their tests, but couldn't see the latest results. I got as far as test three, which resulted in the death of a dwarf, male, when some wiered ice initiated both a trace and some sort of tar-baby program that started screwing with my activee memory. I jacked out before it could do any serious damage, and gave my employer what info I had gotten. But I was bothered enough by what I had seen to bring the subject up for discussion. So, all you people with the bonnie brains (and egos to match!), tell me; should we worry about a crop-er, corp-produced virus, dealing with a magical (?) disease? Or is Katana just pouring money down the drain?]<<<<< --Highlander (22:08:15/9-15-54) >>>>>[Denizens of Shadowland, I once again implore you to change your minds and assist myself and my compatriots in protecting our privacy and security. Such matters are, after all, concerns you can all relate to. In fact, I have some information on all of you which may or may not be able to dissuade you from your rather reactionary, protective stances. Here is but a glimpse, starting with the illustrious Herr Special Agent Cooper, the most legitimate of your lot and therefore the one most easily toppled in what I predict will become an example of the domino theory as extrapolated into the human dimension. @Include Cooper Cooper, Jack Special Agent (FBI) UCAS International Consortium of Magic Standards Initiate Rating:2 Education: Duke Law School Stanford University, double major in Sorcery and Theatre Pelmont High School (Selectorian) Bridge Middle School Server Bridge Elementary School Server Mother: Jacqueline Gamone Cooper Mother2: Annete Hebrides Cooper Genetic Father: Al Fisher Now for what I have researched, Herr Cooper. As is indicated by the above abbreviated record, you were raised by two women, attended school via network learning servers until High School, where you did quite well, attending most excellent learning institutions afterward. But what did you do "off the record", as it were? Annete Hebrides Cooper is serving time in a chemical rehabilitation institute. The alleged cause is alcohol, but my sources inform me othersie. My sense of propriety prevent me from mentioning the true cause, but it will not stay me from informing your superiors. At Pelmont you made extra money peddling coffee beans to other students without a license. Not so facetious an act as you may thin, considering many of those beans were in fact synthetically produced to undercut the exceedingly high prices of true java. . .you broke the law, Special Agent Cooper. And you continued to do so in college, as well as acquiring new and more. . .perverse tastes. Shall I elaborate? Law school proved especially difficult. Your mind leapfrogs from possibility to possibility, giving you great insight into solving cases, but actually studying seems to have been an alien process. Dare I mention the innumerable "specialist" as they call themselves, whom you saw in order to rewuire supplementary information and possibly even magical aid in order to be granted a degree from such a prestigious institution?]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <00:17:21/9-15-54> >>>>>[That's enough, Ganz. Name the time and Place, and send it to me.]<<<<< -- Cooper <12:28:32/9-15-54> >>>>>[Well, if that's the worst Cooper is guilty of, I still think he's the least corrupted of us all. The laddie just a little more human- seeming, is all. And what's the big deal being raised by women? It's the 2050's, for Pete's sake. Who is this "Herr Ganz?" And where can we dig dirt up on him?]<<<<< --Highlander (22:40:31/9-15-54) >>>>>[FraterNay ! Frag, I hope your OK. If you can read this - know that we're coming to save you -- at any cost. Milhaus and I have taken on a vow, as close to a blood vow as we can get -- we'll bring you home - just hang in there til we're on scene. Everybody, this is very serious now, they've got my mom and a teammate. No mis- takes on this one - everybody is coming home. ***SPECIALCRYPT*** Wiz, I need you to get us all the info you can get on where in Amazonia they're holding mom, FraterNay (a female teammember), who, and why. Kendra, I'll need you to be doing a SatScan search for any unusual message traffic in Amazonia. This is big, so they'll be talking about in cyberspace. Kendra, do anything you have to do, but get us some decrypted info. Milhaus, you should be worried about Zequatl and his draco-serpentine friends - how 'bout some magical Flying Serpent repellent. Poincare, Bunker, Prophet, Stryker , and I should hit the streets and grease some palms to get info. Also we'll be setting up tactical once we know the Target.]<<<<< -- KHANx (01:03:09/9.15.54) >>>>>[Highlander, where have you been? Ganz has appeared a couple of times already, threatening everyone with scoops of information. He's a rep of the outfit that apparently created William 6174 and is trying to keep word from spreasding about whatever we learn about him. I'll agree, that iteration of deeds isn't prima facie damning of Jack. But I think Ganz was hinting at some other things. . .Believe me, Jack's got some parts of his history that should stay in the dark, just like the rest of us. As for tracking Ganz, good luck. I tried it a couple of times and almost got brain-fried. I think Ouro attempted it but it was a bum trace. Apparently he had a passive connection to this node fore monitoring that went off if a message was sent directly to him. Well, someone did, and I think he is a little more careful of his connections now. And don't think sysadmin will help; it's been my experience that those nefarious deckers who operate shadow nodes try to stay away from sides, in order not to gain any new enemies.]<<<<< -- Jaez <01:49:12/9-16-54> >>>>>[ Herr Ganz or whatever you call yourself up to now I've been ignoring your doings as they seem to have very little to do with me or my friends. But now you threaten to topple 'Agent Cooper' and claim that to be a warning to us ! Like we care, let me tell you Herr Ganz that if you had the right contacts and access then you could probably dig up info of crimes that we had all done, when I last looked, the crimes I wasn't guilty of was a handful of white collar crimes and a handful of federal crimes and a couple of sexual crimes. But what the frag, I don't exist anymore, my SIN was deleted long ago and if you want to find me then you have to know the right people on the street. So come on Herr Ganz, stop posturing and making a fool of yourself, we all know that you picked the easiest target cause' Cooper is the only one here who is fully legit. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) *****SAVEMOM***** >>>>>[I just saw some things that I thought might be of some interest to the crew going into the Amazonia territory. I have been hangin' with a tribe of people called the Amahuacas for the last few months. They are tellin be that there is a mansion in the jungle owned by the Aquilars. Apparently they cultivate rare orchids. Seems to be quite a bit of activity going on there. It might have something to do with your mom. I can check it out if you want, these guys are fraggin good at sneakin into the place and I have gone with them on a few occasions. Also as a side note. When I saw the post refering to the Amazon, I did a backlog check on all refferences to Amazonia. Call me paranoid but I have been trying to stay frosty. What I found out was that there have been a rising number of things going on in Seatle that seem to be pointing to the Amazon. Figures, I can't hide anywhere without all the drek following me. You might want to punch up the backlogs for yourself and check it out. With all of the activity going on in the Amazon, you might be able to pull something off without too many people noticing. If you need anymore assistance, just let me know. Diplomatic Immunity won't stop a bullet. Also, I found some codes in the Aquilar computer system that will let me into the Amazonian Consulate. I haven't stayed too long there because I don't know what I am lookin for. If you send me a .pic of your mother I might know where they are keeping her.]<<<<< --Cowboy <05:41:35/09-16-54> >>>>>[Now the my cover is blown. Anybody out there seen Virtue? I have not seen any postings from her lately. If you can read this Virtue, tell Ax to get her fraggin but over here now! Tell her to bring Batman, Calvin, Squirt, Hobbes, father Bane, herself, and YOU over here now. I don't like all this activity overhere and the cheif says that his shaman is goin nuts about a growing of the background, what ever that is. Sounds like something Bane would know about. I will be waiting for you in three days at the drop site where we came in those fatefull months before.]<<<<< --Cowboy <05:54:30/09-16-54> >>>>>[Quite a pretty one you have here, Jack! And she has those lovely sexual implants too. She's ok...for now. But if we see ANYONE we don't know or who's picture we have from Dante, she's scragged, comprende? We want you, not her, and the money you claimed in bounty. And when we're done with her, if you don't show, we may just hand her over to Interpol, or the Ancients. And the High Counil of Princes for TT seems interested in her too. And as for that pesky ally of hers, it's incased in a ward it would take an initiate a YEAR to break out of, so don't try that either.]<<<<< -- Smith(09:06:58/09-16-54) *****Initiate Frame-Tracer, v4****** *****Trace locked on****** **Tracing**Tracing**Tracing**Trac..Control lost--Frame destroyed at location *****include address****** *****include address****** >>>>>[Nice try Solitaire, but to no avail. Next time you try, your dear Foxey Roxey dies. Have a good day.]<<<<< -- Dante(09:10:04/09-16-54) >>>>>[Thanks, Buzz. And we can use the help. Nex went off and disappeared AGAIN, frantic and beserk. We NEED to find him again before he hurts someone. And we need to find MaxiMillion too. I suggest carrying a tray of Salish food and some vodka or gin-if he can smell it, he'll show up in no time. And those magical individuals out there could really help by looking through the less used places of Seattle for an inordinately powerful ward containing an ally. Max is really the only person who can find Rox fast enough for us to get her back before Smith and crew do anything drastic and before AJ gets back. He'd go ballistic, and he's just a surgeon(now at least) and I want to KEEP him that way. So let's go find her folks, just don't try to rescue her yourself. Keep us informed of progress.]<<<<< -- Slash(09:16:18/09-16-54) >>>>>[Solitiare is INSANE!!!!! but she is actually sucessfully bypassing the Corp Court's ICe. Now, she fried/flatlined 3 times in the process, and she's only about a third of the way in so far, but still! When a decker has no fear of Black IC and has a VERY singular sense of purpose, nothing can stop her... I would NOT want to deal with her...she may not be the best there is, but her temperment makes up for it...]<<<<< -- Collussus(09-20-42/09-16-54) >>>>>[KHANx, I'm on it. I don't know much about these people's culture though, so someone with a little better understanding should be with me whenever we're out here. WE NEED RAGMAN! With my dear redheaded sister now in their hands, and Nitro absent, we definately need another of their discipline. They wouldn't be able to keep FraterNay by purely physical means, as YOU well know KHANx.]<<<<< -- Kendra <08:23:56/09-16-54> >>>>>[Guy's I'm in fer anythin' i ca' do fer ya. i will look fer both nex an' Roxey. An when ya ar' rea'y t' go in an' get 'er out, cou' me in. The flame is rea'y t' lite again.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend) (09:35:40/09:16:54) >>>>>[The organisation I represent is among it's many concerns bothered about the use of certain metatypes that haven't as yet been classed as sentient in experiemnts. Thus it was of great shock a member of our organization brought us evidence of hideous experiments being carried out on these poor helpless creatures. **** Include Rows of large glass containers with the tortured forms of living creatures, what creatures they once were is no longer possible to determine. **** We believe these were once leshy's or munchkins or maybe something that we haven't heard about yet. But what ever it is we must fight against such inhumanity. However, kind sir that is not why I have contacted you. The member who brought us this holocube has disappeared..... I fear the corp he was working for found out about his indiscretion and are either holding him or have disposed of him. Either way I must know the truth about David .... If he still lives return him to me ... please..... I'm sorry, but this has been worrying me for a while now. I can give you some data to help you Mr Nightshade. Mr David Beaumont, 5H MayCross Place, Algona, Auburn 35 Years old, Brown hair blue eyes, 5' 11'' a reasearcher for Agrigen. As to his whereabouts I can only guess, I hope you will have some success in finding him. I do know though that he is not being held on Agrigen premises. For payment I can offer you 4000 a day. Could you please contact me again when you have discovered something. ]<<<<< -Miranda L (15:41:04/9.16.54) >>>>>[ UH hi, again. You are the guys that N'ralan always reads about right? Do any of you know where he is, because he is going to be late for his morning class. He was reading the morning mail when all the sudden he swore something in sperethiel and vanished. He just stood up and faded away from view. The only clue I have to where he has gone is that the message he was reading was about a girl named Roxxy that had gone missing or something.]<<<<< --Dimitri<09:15:32/09-15-54> >>>>>[Get stuffed Herr Ganz ! Gits like you should have their heads bunged down bogs and flushed. To all those that can give him a damn good slapping from me too. Agent C.- kicking in him in the goulises at the meeting, them nick him. That'll teach the tosser to mess with Shadowfolk. Gawk - where are you, you silly sod ? Lucy the not-so-nice is going to see the World. That'll give you some time to play with. ]<<<<< --WHAT(18:58:35/16-09-54) >>>>>[*****Include Video Feed, taped***** This is Charlie Fingers with a news flash on the Mil Tech/Jackson case. Not mmore than 45 minutes ago the Corp Court in Zurich-Orbital confirmed that a unidentified person and several smart frames invaded their computer system earlier this morning and erased unretrievably ALL data concerning Mil Tech, Dr. Alexander Jackson, and the Board of Directors of the corporation. It appears that these deletions included even the hard backups. The Corp Court claims that the individual's icon looked like a techno-gypsy dealing out some form of playing cards, possibly Tarot cards. Also, they claim that thier automatic defenses{editor's note: Black IC} and deckers repelled{editor's note"flatlined/fried/killed} the invading individual multiple times, but that they continued to penetrate the system until they were able to isolate all the accessnodes and run free in the system, damaging it extensively, but not endangering the station's operations. The Court has issued a warrant for this person's arrest and is offering a 100,000 nuyen reward for knowledge that leads to her or his capture. In a related occurance, several ex-employees of Mil Tech Inc. were apprehended in New York and taken to Interpol headquarters. While there, they broke free, penetrated the computer center, destroyed all the records of the Mil Tech case that Interpol had on file, and then were killed trying to escape. Interpolhas refused to comment beyond the following by Commander Drake. "It is quite obvious that the old controllers of Mil Tech are willing to go to extreme ends to insure that they not be arrested or have their illegalities exposed before the world." Whe asked what the body count on the Interpol side was, Drake told us that no Interpol agents were injured as a result of the break-in...out. Following this case closely, this is Charlie Fingers. *****End Video Feed, taped***** Looks like the Mil Tech people(stock holders specifically) should be safe by the end of the week. And while I do not approve of your methods, you will always have my respect, even after I put you away, Alex.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(15:00:11/09-16-54) >>>>>[Welcome back, Highlander. You know, you are one of only 3 or four deckers who have larger files than our "illustrious" Dante. And you have caused me and my superiors more troubles than you could possibly imagine. And I don't like you any more than I do Dante, although you do have honor and have my respect.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(15:03:14/09-16-54) >>>>>[But why, my dear Knight of Coins? Might it be because Highlander had you running all over the country during the Omega Island incident, chasing after shadows that your traces dead-ended at? You were never at fault, my poor Knight, but your brainless superiors were. The only reason you dislike High- lander is because in your mind, you look like a fool, but it is only in YOUR mind. You even got promoted, if I remember properly.]<<<<< -- Solitiare(15:07:31/09-16-54) >>>>>[Nice, Solitaire. How many times did you kick off this time? 11? 23? And you actually ordered Moar and Boar and Rabbit to take on the Interpol HQ? WHY!!!!!!!??????]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(15:11:05/09-16-54) >>>>>[She only flatlined 11, so I won the dead pool(poor joke, but oh well). A whole 400 nuyen too! But she's going to bed now, and she told me that anyone who disturbs her gets a virus in the deck, and she also told me to tell her not to have anyone use her name anymore, or they get a virus too. But the Triplits volunteered. They had all been through hell and were going to die anyway from the vitas infection they got at the old place, so they got them- selves all drugged up on Kamakaze and stuff, took Carcerand released Cyanide, and went after the NA HQ of Interpol. And unless they had paper backups, they don't have a case anymore-at least, not for a very long while. So relax and kick back and enjoy life for a while. All the old Mil Tech data is GONE, unlesssomebody stored it on paper.]<<<<< -- Collussus(15:16:48/09-16-54) >>>>>[I would be happy to take care of those 30K rounds of wooden bullets. What's your asking price.]<<<<< -- Slate<15:22:31/09:16:54> >>>>>[Hello Megan the Red, old son. I'd to be interested in some of those wooden bullets, say 400 rounds ? How much ?]<<<<< -WHAT(22:13:49/16-09-54) >>>>>[ An artificial Vampiric Virus?!? (incidentally, Highlander, it is redundant to say HMHVV Virus, as it is Human Metahuman Vampiric Virus Virus... somewhat similar to Sahara Desert, another misnomer) Such a proposition would be an extraordinarily BAD innovation. If a corporation, indeed, if any group, could disperse this pathogen at will, the effects could be quite, well, undesirable. Permit me to illustrate: Have you ever visited Los Angeles? Within the confines of that charming metropolis is a specific gang commonly termed, The BloodRunners. The group in question (although rather small in number), is composed exclusively of HMHVV individuals. This has the rather singular effect of counter-balancing their numerical inferiority to such a degree, that they are capable of spreading inordinate amounts of havoc, and are QUITE difficult to dispatch...to such a degree that local law enforcement brings para-military response to bear whenever they are involved in an "incident." Now, with that stimulating image still within your mind: Imagine corporate strikes teams so altered. Most fortunately, the Bloodrunners exhibit little danger of uncontrolled proliferation, as keep their ranks conspicuously small, and all inductees must endure a quite extensive initiation ritual and ceremony. Further, it is also encouraging to report they rarely go upon rampages, except for incursions on neighboring territories. However, corporate forces are not and would not be so lacking in initiative. Now as to the feasibility of this concept (which I imagine you are convinced would be quite unpleasant) it is a decidedly and categorically difficult proposition. True, it is a virus, although not one in the traditional sense. There are definite, although not quantified, connections to magic. There is even some speculation a successful tranmutation into the Undead can only occur in a mana-rich environment. Efforts attempting to synthesize such contributing factors would encounter considerable vicissitude, to say the least. It should be pointed out, and what is supported by the research discovered by Highlander, is that the above considerations would probably not prevent corporate scientists from TRYING. Furthermore, for those of you not already uneasy at this prospect, consider this: If it is actually synthetically engineered, the possibility exists there may be methods discovered to circumvent the Vampire's allergies, most notably, to sunlight. Picture, if you will, aforementioned strike teams knocking on your door in broad daylight. As I said, extraordinarily BAD. ]<<<<< -- Darkwatch <15:29:54/09-16-54> >>>>>[ I'm sorta fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean by bad? ]<<<<< -- Mr. Fantastic <15:30:07/09-16-54> >>>>>[ I shall illustrate it by means of analogy: Try total protonic reversal, for example. ]<<<<< -- Darkwatch <15:30:13/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Huh? ]<<<<< -- Mr. Fantastic <15:30:17/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Try to imagine all life, as you know it, stopping instantaneously, as every molecule within you body explodes at the speed of light. ]<<<<< -- Darkwatch <15:30:25/09-16-54> >>>>>[ OUCH! Okay, now, THAT'S bad! ]<<<<< -- Mr. Fantastic <15:30:28/09-16-54> >>>>>[ By the by, for those of you wonder why a magician would use an example like that, I also hold a PhD in theoretical physics.]<<<<< -- Darkwatch <15:30:35/09-16-54> >>>>>[Amazing. Just Amazing. Mil Tech, Alexander Jackson (Vampire), Collosus (Cyborg), Solitaire (Decker - Gypsy Icon), have all moved to the West Coast. They have set up operations in either Seattle or San Francisco. Jackson, recently took a trip to Hawaii - see travel schedule enclosed. ****TRAVEL***. The whole gang is now recuperating and replanning strategy. The exact coordinates they may be found at are unknown , but if you search these parameters ***PARAMETRS*** or if you contact ***AZ*** I'm sure you can get a fix. Now officer, do your duty. Have a nice day. To Commander Drake @Interpolbureau.red.10 COPY SENT TO SHADOWTK Hello kiddies, I'm back]<<<<< -- Lord Solariel (14:09:28/9.15.54) >>>>>[It is sooooo nice to see friends helping out another of their circle of degenerates. If Roxey hadn't become so valuable to us, I would kill her. But a certian High Prince of the Tir seems to have taken an interest in her, so I'm afraid that she won't be here when you finally find us. Too bad. But the income from selling her to him will more than recoup our losses regarding Slide,Nephredana, and The Boy, so you are off the hook, Jackson. Just don't get in our way-EVER. If we even see you, you're toast. Have a good evening, Jack. We will.]<<<<< -- Smith(17:4347/09-16-54) >>>>>[Slate, WHAT -- about these bullets. I figure that, considering their rarity, and the fact that I've got them here in merrie olde England, the lot is worth one and three-quarters million pounds sterling. IF you can take them off my hands, AND I don't have to deliver them to some DX place, I'll break it down to 1.5M. You can bitch amoung each other as to whether or not WHAT gets his 400.]<<<<< -- Meghan the Red (16-9-54/22:04:06) >>>>>[1.75 million? Is that not a lot?]<<<<< -- Shiv (18:07:52/16-SEP-2054) >>>>>[Pounds sterling, Shiv. Translates to about 750k nY. Meghan, how are you treating those things?]<<<<< -- Ramses II (18:24:04/16-9-54) >>>>>[Flechette, RamsesII. I haven't fired any off, but considering how they'd probably shatter when they hit something hard...]<<<<< -- Meghan the Red (16-9-54/22:24:51) >>>>>[ Nex, sorry about what happened last night. Gossymers programing does not include certain semi-harmless chemicals we use here. If I'd know then what I do now...hindsight is 20/20. Well, now I see a few holes in her programing I'll fix right quick. AJ, now that was a bash! The small incident not withstanding. As for the repairs, null persp. Fine brandy too. That favor just might get called in sooner than I want.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Um, Boss? I know how to dispose of the idiot from last night if AJ will let me have him.]<<<<< -Styx >>>>>[*shudder* No, Styx. Besides, we still have to find and pay back Mr. Martin, aka Sly. There is one deserving the fate.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Um, Sabre and T.C., do you want to handle that small problem?]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[Sub basement three. Right, Sabre is one EOD. Done in a jiff.]<<<<< -Hard-to-Catch >>>>>[ A Tir PRINCE!? BUYIN' ROXEY!? WHA' TH'.....?!? WHERE have ya taken her, ya son-of-a-bitch!??! Whaddaya' MEAN...SELLIN' her ta him!? WHY???! Wha's th' TIR got ta do with this?! An', DAMMIT! How'd ya find out about those implants? *wide-eyed stare of disbelief* SMITH!!!! YA GODDAMNED _FUCKIN'_ __BASTARD__!!!!! IF YA'VE E`EN SO MUCH AS _TOUCHED ONE_ HAIR ON HER BEAUTIFUL HEAD...I _SWEAR_...I'M GONNA _RIP_ YER BLACK HEART OUT...AN' _FEED_ IT TA YA!!! I MEAN IT!!!! IF _ANY_ A' YA HURT HER....YER ASS IS ___MINE___!!!! I WILL _TRACK_ YA _DOWN_...IF IT TAKES M' TA M' DYIN' DAY!!! I DON'T _CARE_....I _WILL_ FIND YA!! AN' I _WILL_ KILL YA!!! THIS I __SWEAR__!!! ]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[ NEX!? Where ARE you!?? We've been looking all OVER for you! You REALLY freaked everyone out! ]<<<<< RANDOM >>>>>[ NEX?!? ]<<<<< RANDOM >>>>>[ Nex...? ]<<<<< RANDOM >>>>>[ Hey git, what are you doing back, you know that wasn't very nice, we all have access to incriminating data on _someone_. You'll probably be overjoyed at the news of my brother in law's death, after all he did nail one of your top operative's well. Got a really trideo copy of that fight too, hmm wonder whether Drakey-boy would be interested in that! Anyway where the hell did the Lord come from, last time we chatted you were just a common Prince, going up in the world are we. Or is that just a lame attempt to impress us common folk, well us common folk ain't impressed that easily. ]<<<<< -- SpotOn <20:48:29/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Who the hell are you talking to Vanessa ]<<<<< -- Fenris <20:54:41/09-16-54> >>>>>[ What the hell! Egotistical vampires, party fights, Coffin dead, what in drek's name is going on around here. Oh no, Solariel back, geez I think I'll return to the coma!!! ]<<<<< -- NodeFaerie <21:24:36/09-16-54> *** Simultaneous transmission >>>>>[ Nodie, your awake!!! ]<<<<< -- SpotOn/Fenris <21:24:52/09-16-54> >>>>>[Hey NodeFaerie!!! Good to hear from you again! How are ya? If you are feeling up to it do you want to take a vacation? I'm planning a nice long one, especially since it seems good ol' Solariel seems to be back.]<<<<< -- Doomsday <20:16:38/9-16-54> >>>>>[Do you require some magical aid.... My skills are varied and my prices are good. The power of coyote, along with his wisdom could be yours to guide.]<<<<< -- The Phoenix Man (10:21:34/09:17:54) >>>>[Hello gentlemen, sorry I've been away for a while, but I had a street physician friend of mine do a little "elective surgery" on me. Added a bit of dermal armor and some boosted reflexes. Sun I am ready whenever you are. Give me time and place. Fenris, good luck with your furry targets and be careful.]<<<< -- Silver Tux (09/16/54:15.41.33) >>>>>[Yo Darkwatch dude, di ya also minor in Film STudies? Or do you just catch the Late Great Tridshow every morning at 2?]<<<<< -- RAMboy <19:47:29/9-16-54> >>>>>[Dork, don't bother the man with your innane questions and suppositions. He's obviously possesed of a higher calibre of intelligence than you are. Anyway, who's selling these wooden bullets? Certainly, they're rare, but I've heard that purchasing a similar amount of APDS for most weapons would only cost 210,000. Of course, on the street it does go as high as 850,000, but I don't think wooden bullets are THAT difficult to manufacture, if not procure.]<<<<< -- Jaez <19:51:48/9-16-54> >>>>>[There she goes with those damn brain enhancements again. Maybe I'll change my handle to Scarecrow.]<<<<< -- RAMboy <19:52:33/9-16-54> >>>>>[Ever try acquiring ammunition in England, Jaez? It's a bitch to do. Stuff like what she's selling is probably even harder to make, though the druids'd probably come down hard on't. 1.5m pounds for 30k rounds really isn't too far out.... if, of course, you're in the Smoke. Right, Meg?]<<<<< -- Ramses II (21:26:58/9-16-54) >>>>>[Thanks for the vote of confidence, RamsesII. You're not buying, though, so...]<<<<< -- Meghan the Red (17-9-54/1:28:03) >>>>>[*****Include Live Video Feed***** Again, this is Charlie Fingers on the Mil Tech story. A late breaking leak from the New Orleans Police has confirmed rumors that military grade explosives were used to demolish the Mil Tech facility. Apparently, the explosives were FAEs, or Fuel Air Explosives, devices where highly flammable gasses are releasedinto the atmosphere, allowed to fill the entire area, and then ignited for a totally devastating effect. Based on this knowledge the NOPD has ruled out the possibility of collateral damage as the cause of the explosion. Till later, this is Charlie Fingers, keeping you advised. *****End Live Video Feed***** I will find you, Dr. Jackson. And you are caught, you will face so many years in prison that eternity will look like a short time. You can not hide from me and my connections forever. You will be found. Till then, live well-no malice intended.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(22:41:29/09-16/54) >>>>>[ So, my Wyrm, have you a prefered place to meet? ]<<<<< -- Lady Phoenix (12:46:21/9-17-54) >>>>>[Drake, that's the largest crock of shit I've seen hit the .net since I unloaded a quarter-trillion worth of fake cash onto Sri Lanka's failing economy. No malice intended? Bulldung, squared and cubed. Right now you can't prove that MilTech even .existed. -- your hardcopies are gone, fucking .Geneva. won't back you up. (Good moves, there, Solitaire -- you shouldn't flatline so much, though. Work on your Sleaze and Deception.) Fucking halfwit.... I'm tempted to go reassign you to another case. Next time I see you on the .net, I'm coming through Interpol and dropping a couple of my 'Stonewall' and 'Nightwraith' IC constructs around. Ever hear of what 'invaded' the NYC Matrix, 'bout three years back? Little Stonewall MBTs, toasted six 'NYPD' deckers and a large number of other 'independants' before they were brought under control? I needed a distraction. Come to think of it, Interpol's been getting kind of uppity. You know, I think they could use a good core dump and rewrite....Oh, by the way -- have you gotten rid of your Wyrm problem yet? *laugh*]<<<<< -- Far and Gone (23:55:56/9-16-54) >>>>>[**Encrypt: Drake MPCP Only** Commander: here is some information** **Encrypt failing** **Encrypt failing** **Encrypt has desequenced: all further information will be sent as is** **on the Wyrm Ouroboros and his stuff you might care to take a look at; I understand his Wyrm-I has been eliminating any information regarding him in your files for quite some time. The following is from some bits and pieces I've been able to pick off various Shadowlands -- seems that for a short time, he sold some of his stuff. xxBegin Download Program Frames 'Wyrm'-Series: I -- Data Elimination; a classic tapeworm program. II -- The famous 'Wyrmkiller'; keyed to destroy other of the 'Wyrm' line. (Note -- there are at least five different ones in the Wyrm line -- these are the only two I've been able to get any info on.) I: Description: Looks like a well-defined miniature variant of the Wyrm himself -- perhaps a bit sleeker for the size (and the sleaze). Usually given a specific class of information to seek in a given datafile (or region of datastores) and then sent to clear out said region. Has unique capability (among the Wyrm programs) to be able to take hold of the hogged data and reconstruct a carbon copy of itself. II: Description: A needle-thin Wyrm, this one is designed to seek out and destroy any of the other four -- and use their bodies, much like an actual Virus, to replicate and hunt down others. They are strongly confined to specific systems, and programmed to self- destruct if they stray outside of their set boundaries. Constructs: Stonewall: Type: Hard Expert IC Content: Black, Blaster, Killer(P/D), Acid, Binder Description: Rumor has it that the builder took actual running data about the CAS Stonewall MBT and used it with an eye towards the sheer terror of a few hundred tons of steel and weapon bearing down upon you. In muted greys and blacks, this drekker packs a hell of a wallop -- if you're not burned by it, your deck just might be. Notably smarter than normal IC, as well. NightWraith: Type: Shifting IC Content: Trace and Burn, Jammer, Marker, Binder, Black Description: With the Black almost (almost!) seeming to be added on almost as an afterthought and resting under the main body of the Nightwraith-modeled jet, the mottled grey fighter is disgust- ingly smooth and quiet when operating. The Trace'n'Burn seems to catch you before you even know it's there, with the Jammer, Marker, and Binder working your persona on its way down. Try throwing something -- anything -- to bring the thing down, and the Black will eye you with hopes of getting into the picture. End Downloadxx So.... any of this of value to you?]<<<<< -- La Cucuracha (1:31:49/9-17-54) >>>>>[**Translator: Portugese/English The illegal system accesser known as 'The Cockroach' was found dead today, apparently of Matrix-related consequences. There are no suspects current in the death, although it is somewhat obvious that he was engaged in illegal activities, considering the tap that was found in what is colloquially referred to as his 'squat'. Time of death has been approximated to shortly after one-thirty this morning. No investigation will be forthcoming.]<<<<< -- Juarez, La Paz PD (10:22:33/9-17-54) >>>>>[Alright, here's what we found after reattaching the thumb and Mathias to the late William's body. I'm posting this because, hey! Action Jackson isn't. He's a little paranoid right now, so we'd rather not give you the opportunity to deduce his location immediately. Well, As his last report indicated, William was one VERY hyped up little boy. I think ya'll figured it out when he first appeared, what with all that slack about drifting in and out of reality and the Matrix, and scanning through non- cyberdeck devices like medscanners and terminal screens. His brain was just wired to pick up on those signals, whatever their source. Well, as we guessed, Mathias was a modulator. The thumb was sort of an antenna; by pressing it against wherever he got his signals from, it streamlined the signals and let him concentrate on decking. It was, I imagine, kinda like those bogus deckers you see in the trid who deck "naked".]<<<<< -- Packard Belle <00:03:34/9-17-54> >>>>>[Hey, I want you to know I have been keeping that myth off MY show.]<<<<< -- Jaez <00:03:57/9-17-54> >>>>>[Yeah well, anyway, that's what AJ thinks of the stuff. Of course, it's useless now. . .not enough of the brain is left to have it still function like that.]<<<<< -- Packard Belle <00:30:28/9-17-54> >>>>>[Yuck. That guy gives me the creeps.]<<<<< -- Mind Throttle <00:31:21/9-17-54> >>>>>[That much was obvious BEFORE the boys came.]<<<<< -- Packard Belle <00:31:47:9-17-54> >>>>>[Hey, Sonic and I were just talking rigger stuff!]<<<<< -- Mind Throttle <00:32:03/9-17-54> >>>>>[Right. Ah, Hawaii. . .where the boys are, '54.]<<<<< -- Packard Belle <00:33:21/9-17-54> >>>>>[Hmm. All right. Ah, can somebody reconnect that stuff somewhere I can take a look at it from this end? I've got a bit of info, maybe I (or maybe Moebius) can get a line on it....]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[Not particularly, Lady Phoenix. As I've said, I can't be off-Matrix any more.... you have to settle for an online location. Sorry.]<<<<< -- Shockwave (1:59:59/9-17-54) >>>>>[Denizens of Shadowland, I once again implore you to keep your minds and tell Herr Ganz and his compatriots to go shove it up their collective asses. Such matters as privacy and security are, after all, something we don't give a fly's tit about -- we .hate. privacy. (Or at least .I. do. Been fighting it for years.) In fact, I'm going to release to Ganz- boy some information on me that maybe he got, maybe he didn't, which may convince him that I don't care what the fuck he releases -- I'll be as reactionary and protective as I goddamn well please. So here's a bit of my life history, I the most dead of the lot and therefore the damned hardest to kill. (And I don't care what you say, Solitaire, you .do. want to keep on living.) Oh, Ganz? We're people, not dominos. 'Sides, dominos went out when .I. was a kid. Get a grip. Get a life. Hey, get a load 'a' that Uzi pointed at your head.... (made ya look!) Morkai, Kinealthas Special Operative (Lord Knights) Avalon Illegal Systems Operative, aka 'Decker' Education: St. Alphonsus Grade/Middle School, 2013-2020 Marquette High School, 2020-2023 Marquette University, 2023-2026, B.S. in Computer Science CalTech, 2026-2029, M.S. in Computer Science Mother: Adrienne Morkai Father: Nathaniel Morkai Born: 14-7-09 Died: 13-1-52 Now for what you can research, Herr Ganz. As indicated by the above birthdate, I was a spike baby -- eventual research instigated by me suggests that my parents' home was the location of a ley nexus, as was the location of my birth, St. Francis Hospital. I attended school physically, and excelled enough according to school records to earn a scholarship to all three places -- Marquette HS, MU, and CalTech. And, as you taunted with M. Cooper, here's what you won't find on the record: Adrienne and Nathaniel Morkai died during 'interrogation' by agents of the NSA after I finally walked off a certain important team a year after certain fellows of mine did so. Matrix Systems of Boston died, along with its founders; I didn't. My parents did. At both Marquettes, I pirated much and often -- information, cash, a lot of other things. I grew up Catholic -- oh, yeah, St. Al's is as Catholic as they come -- but that only meant I learned subtlety so that Sister Mary Lois wouldn't catch me. And nobody broke into my room at CalTech during Senior Walkout. I won't tell you how I was a founding member of the Lord Knights; you don't need to know. Let's just say that I found several times that 'diplomatic immunity' came in very handy. And, of course, I died on January 13, 2052. THAT was rather public; it's not every day somebody sends an email message to the entire .net. Kinda makes you wonder about your sanity, eh, Ganz? How you talking to a dead guy via the Matrix??]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (2:37:30/9-17-54) >>>>>[Oh, Jaes -- no, I haven't tried to trace this sucker, yet -- I could try, though, see what comes of it. Be a fun thing to do, I think. Heeeere, Ganzie Ganzie Ganzie.... maybe I'll drop a couplea Nightwraiths set to go off on his MPCP....]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (2:38:50/9-17-54) >>>>>[Dead Decker, do you mean to challenge my knowledge by publicly exposing that which I already have record of? Mein Herr, I was reserving that cache of information for distribution to other, more interested parties, and had no intent of revealing a rather illustrious past to others of this BBS. As for my sanity, Mein Herr, I have no doubt as to its fortitude and integrity. It seems to me that it is you who would have difficulty in reconciling your current state of existence with your former one, as well as making the intellectual leap of understanding over the chasm that separates your Catholic upbringing with your current state of affairs. Apparently you are having trouble. . .you seem jittery, quick to react, as well as resorting to the basest language to display your internal angst at the machinations of devices no longer under your control. A public death, eh? Some of the living take to less spectacular means of eliminating their pursuers. Are you truly dead, Mein Herr? Or would you prefer to keep that truth unknown to others of this node, lest they be underwhelmed by the full and relatively feeble extent of your powers? A for traces. . .feel free, Mein Herr. Or shall I refer to you as the fly, to my spider?]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <03:20:38/9-17-54> >>>>>[Ganz, see -- I don't .care. who knows what I was when I was flesh. It doesn't matter any more. As for 'other, more interested parties' -- any party interested either already has that information (what little they can keep, on account of my own viruses) or else isn't strong enough to be able to use it. Ah, yes -- "I am sane, and will remain so." Hmm. 'Cording to what I've studied of human psychology, the sane question their sanity, the insane are sure they are not. Me? Hades, I .hate. knowing I can never walk under the sun, never feel grass under my feet again. I didn't .like. sunlight -- gave me a rash -- but that doesn't mean I didn't like it, in a very primeval sense. Oh -- and I've been a Techno all my life. God and the Pope don't mean shit if you can't find it inside. I found my own Deity, and it was within me. 'Basest language ... internal angst ... machinations.' Ooo. You have access to an online Websters. Ganz, you're the latest in a long line of would-be conquerors that I and a lot of the rest of us have had to deal with. Myself, I'm getting a little tired of all the crap -- I go back to the language of my youth. My most .humble. apologies. And nothing is out of my control any more, Ganz -- the world runs on information, information controlled .here. in the Matrix. And here is where I always am.... As for my death, well -- I died trying to 'possess' a system inside a mountain in what was once called Colorado -- about forty miles north of Cheyenne Mt., the place where NORAD sits. I did it -- for 15.221323 seconds before a system error got out of hand and detonated the system. (I hear it made a .real. nice fire.) My cyberdeck, reading a continuous flatline for 3.0000 hours, sequenced the same message to every user on every system connected to the Matrix -- that I was dead, and that any and all of my bank accounts stashed away across the world were fair game. And also that my stockholdings in Crystech Inc. were .also. fair game, to the first non-Nemesis decker that could get to it. Fastjack got to the fifth cascade of ICe before he tripped anything. Fastjack is also still alive. Fastjack did not, I'll note, get my stocks. When I got back, .I. did. Yeah, I'm well and truly dead, as dead as dead can get. No body, eh? 'Course, y'all'll believe what y'want. I've got no problem with it. And yes, Ganz, I think I'll begin a trace sequence on you. Ever hear of the one wasp down in Aztlan that hunts up spiders, the big hairy ones, to lay its eggs in? How many spiders do you have, Ganz?]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (4:40:44/9-17-54) >>>>>[ MomCrew: Prophet is meeting with some on-the-ground contacts as we speak. He couldn't say when he'd be back, so he should be getting some good info. Hope it ain't to hot... Y'all never guess who rang my unlisted last night! He said he'd be hooking up with us in a day or so. Go ahead, pal! ]<<<<< -- Bunker <12:55:43/9-17-54> >>>>>[ Hey all! I thought I'd never catch up with you! I got the message that the crew was headed down here but was unable to reply. You know how hard it is to find matrix access with a keyboard for non-netters? I don't, and won't, own one of my own. Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. I've got some things to take care of, you know how it is. Hi Peanut! ]<<<<< -- The Ragman <13:06:19/9-17-54> >>>>>[ Stryker, that lovely little thing you saw leaving my place the other night was just an old friend who dropped by to meet Peanut. She IS that kind of friend, if yer wonderin', tho. She might be a bit much fer ya, I should think. About Prophet, yea, I noticed he's a little serious sometimes too. But that's when he's at his best. He's good folks, tho. BTW, keep the chatter about my girl down. Her "friends" inna local go-gang might not like the fact that she's still seeing me. ]<<<<< -- Bunker <16:34:03/9-17-54> >>>>>[ Har! Poincare, you alright? You shoulda said something about the Country music bein' to loud! Not that it woulda mattered, tho. The durn volume thingy's broken, so it's either off or loud. That's how I likes it anyhoo. Stryker, about that gift; I'm sure Proph'll love it. If'n he don't... well, I'll sure love it! I can't wait to give it to him!]<<<<< -- Bunker <16:42:49/9-17-54> >>>>>[I must say that the country music was deafening, until I turned up my audial dampeners and wired my O/C of Mozart's "Requiem" from my disk player to the aux feed on the Hummer's dash. You have not lived until you have heard "Requiem" through a rigger feed. Oh, speaking of noise, did you know there is a directional microphone installed just below the front left bumper on the Hummer? I was rather surprised when I accidentally accessed it. Clever idea, though, putting it up in front of the engine to reduce ambient noise as much as possible... Whose idea was that?]<<<<< -- Poincare [11:02:11|09-17-54] >>>>>[ So come Nightstalker are ya gonna tell us what happened with Cerise the other night ? I just know it's got something to do with Powerhouse, he's been moping around for the last few days just muttering. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ What !!!? That Ganz twerp is still posturing ? Oh get outta ma face man. You just are not with it. Has no one told you, it's pointless threatening runners cause if ya can't find them, then ya can't hurt them. I give up, the mans a twerp. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ ..ca marche ce truc ou quoi? Oh! eet ees on. Bonjour chummairs, just arrived in *****Encrypt Location***** from Europe. Ze zing ees zat I 'ave quite a few persons on my tail 'ou would like to 'ave what you might like to call a small talk wiz me. Can anyone tell me a good place where I might be able to rest for a small while? No questions asked, price not too much of a probleme. Contact me at ze following mail address *****Encrypt Address***** Got to go now... THERE'S THE FRAGGING DREKHEAD, GET HIM, DEAD OR ALIVE DOES NOT MATTER. Oh merde! C'est les autres cons. (sound of machine gun fire, shouts and a couple of explosions) (line abruptly cut off) ]<<<<< -- Swiss Mercenary <17:15:20/17.09.54> >>>>>[*****ENCRYPT SaveMom KHANx, I've found some further data, but there is still some uncertainty about locations. ***** Include - Amazonia, Capital - Prison Records, current The records of current prisoners in the Capital do NOT show either your mother or FraterNay, or any good possibles. It appears that both are being held outside the prison system. ***** Include - Amazonia, Capital, Palace Food Service records. There does appear to be a new "guest" in the Palace, who arrived at the time your mother would have been showing up there, though no names were present in this lower-level database. "Special" servants only were providing food and linen service to the "special guest" wing room involved. This "guest" is NOT the serpent. ***** Include - Collected data on "Aguilars", Amazonia and other South American locations. (As suggested by Cowboy for exploration.) There does appear to be unusual activity at the Aguilar Mansion, and there does not seem to be any unusual activity in the Orchid growth/research/sales operation to account for it. I will continue to dig into Amazonian databases, hoping to find more specific data. However, for some reason, there does NOT appear to be any data in Palace (or any other database I have found) records indicating ANY preparation for any "special" dinners. Unless such draconic anthropophagy is more common than I would prefer to imagine, it appears that no such activity is being considered for the near future. Regarding FraterNay - There is a record ***** Include flight log *** of a flight from Seattle, origin logged as Amazonian Consulate, after your mother had already beed flown out, with a "special prisoner" logged as present onboard. This flight landed at the Amazonian capital. There is no record in police files of the Capital of any prisoner arriving from Seattle, or any suitably-charged prisoner. It appears that all facets of this entire set of captured persons are being kept extremely quiet in Amazonia. This does not seem consistent with a simple "Our Deity/Feathered Serpent has been abused, and the miscreants must repay his lost honor with her/their lives" situation as described by the Amazonian Consul. I will be examining Amazonian Communications datafiles to determine traffic patterns, checking for increased activity from historical levels during or just previous to the times in question. Has anyone determined just what the putative object of argument between your mother and the serpent WAS, precicely? Perhaps the true reasons for this entire contremps is related to this object, rather than any "personal honor" reasons.]<<<<< -- Wiz <09:11:25/9-17-54> >>>>>[This is IT! We hath found it, Oh Lord! The nest of Sinners has been revealed to our Divine Vision from out of Satan's Grasp! Repent, all you Sinners, for the day of God's Wrath is coming to strik you DOWN!]<<<<< -- Personal Jesus(13:02:23/09-17-54) >>>>>[Oh dead one, were it not for your "God and the Pope don't mean shit if you can't find it inside. I found my own Deity, and it was within me," you say. Again, a rather base expression indicative of the intelligence and propriety you lost when you became part of the Matrix. I realize I was wrong in addressing you as Mein Herr. . .you are naught but an automaton, a digital machine, little more than a smart toaster. The prurpose of machines is the serve Man, and I guarantee you will perform that function for me and my orginization one day. I do not require access to an online Websters. Unlike you, I have my brain, which is far more formidable than any node you shall ever devise or encounter. What is it like, o Thing, o Device, to have every aspect of your consciousness resting at the mercy of the outside world? To have you capacity for reason, analysis, and memory eliminated with the flick of the proverbial switch? "And nothing is out of my control any more," the most megalomaniac clause I have ever seen. I do not claim complete control, Machine. It is obvious that the transferral of your mind into the Matrix has granted you delusions of grandeur. Shadowrunners! I ask only that you cease and desist your activities in the futile investigation of myself and the late William 6174. Those who already know too much will be terminated, and those who aid them will find themselves in non-negotiable circumstances regarding their past. Cooper has seen the light; are the rest of you so foolish as to deny yourself life based on some absurd loyalty to people you have never met personally?]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <11:44:22/9-17-54> >>>>>[Great. Nexus is strung out from some Conan type who's grabbed Roxey. Who's gonna grab Hank now?]<<<<< -- Jaez <16:57:21/9-17-54> >>>>>[ Hoi, chummers and chummettes! We're BAAACK! ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:58:08/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Hangtime, you don't need to broadcast it! Hey, as I was checkin' the logs for connection, I noticed something: Cooper, what's this drek about HumVees running on COFFEE? ]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <16:58:15/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Uhhh...that shouldn't be possible... Although, I've heard (from my grandfather) that you could run the old Model A Fords off of straight drinking alcohol. You know, I'm real impressed with the time we made getting back from Hawaii. I'll have to check my logs to see if it's near my record.]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <16:58:30/09-16-54> >>>>>[ That's Sonic, in his undying quest for speed... Oh, Ganz-o, (or would that be Gonzo?) would you mind bein' a bit more specific about that "those who already know too much will be terminated"? How 'bout a break-down as to exactly WHO you're theatening? ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:58:37/09-16-54> >>>>>[ Herr Ganz, are you truly convinced that broad-spectrum shall cower the denizens of the shadows? Although I shall make no judgements as to the debatable rationality of such actions, it has been my experience that some, indeed many, individuals, rather than cringing in fear, shall consequently take great offense and accordingly go to great lengths to hamper the offending individual or organization's efforts. This follows the old "if you threaten one of us, you threaten all of us" perspective. And, mein Herr, (although it remains to be seen if you are truly deserving of the title) being reluctant as you apparently are to discuss whom you represent, the question immediately leaps to mind of precisely what is the nature of the organization for which you work. Remember, mein Herr, shadowrunners are not the only individuals with secrets; you, also, obviously have something to obfuscate. Also hearken unto the fact that a multitude of the occupants of this node have offered/are lending their assistance to Fraulein Jaez motivated by friendship. You proceed from a false premise if you assume few of us have e'er met in "The Real World". I have met Jaez twice in a social setting and subsequently found her to be quite charming, as well as a wonderful dancer. Therefore, I have decided to come to her aide, should she require it. ]<<<<< -- Doctor Doom <17:00:00/16-SEP-54> ***** Slash, I found and freed Maxx last night a from rather nice barrier while I was searching for Roxxy. Through his sense link we were readily able to locate the residence of Roxxy's captors, it was only because of Maxx physically imposing himself in front of me and expounding on the fact that we needed you and the rest of the group that I didn't not attempt to take apart the biulding. I will meet you tonight at Penumbra since I am well known there and should have no trouble getting in, eventhough I am still considered underage. I would have told you sooner, except that my roomate forced me to go class and take test. Maxx, I do not hold it against you that you kept me from attempting free your mistress at that time, since you deemed that it might not succeed and may have gotten all three of us killed. I do hope that you also found that drink you were looking for, though I seem to remember that alcohol has no effect on you. Ganz, I am not given to threatening people nor am one to receiving threats. You will not find anything on me that the police probably don't already know. Of course this does not mean much, since the authorities only have a small bit of information about my last five years. From the time before this you will have no information nor will you or anyone find any. As to threatening Jaez, I would advize you to rethink your strategy, for she is a friend of mine and others who are very close to me.***** --Nightfox >>>>>[Friday night. A bored mercenary. A dangerous combination. Let there be death. Have a nice evening.]<<<<< -- Knight <18:21:23/9-17-54> >>>>>[Ok, enough people have asked for it so here's the file again. ##PERSONELFILE:ITO,AKIKO## I added another pic to it. It's of the girl and some biker taken yesterday from a surveillance cam at Dante's. I should be finished up here by tomorrow, after that I'll be putting a more full effort to this. Ito san is getting a bit anxious so if you see her, pick her up and bring her home.]<<<<< -- Red <17:49:21/09-17-54> >>>>>[Silver Tux, old chummer. You look marvelous. Healthy as an . . . well you know. The "Event" will happen at ***ENCRYPT*** Now we're just waiting for SpotOn and Node' to give us the final go. ***ENCRPYT2*** Enhance's basement will be well protected. Do you have any special approach you'd like to take/*** ]<<<<< -- Sun (18:07:32/9.17.54) >>>>>[To the chum that tried to waste me on the Matrix earlier.. I may be inexperienced at decking, but I am not THAT inexperienced. I'll bet you don't feel too brave right now. I hope I find you alone in some nice corner on the Matrix. That would be that. Let there be death. Have a nice evening.]<<<<< -- Knight <20:12:33/9-17-93> >>>>>[Madame Miranda Lee, I accept this assignment. I shall be checking and scouting the street, as well as my sources, in order to find said person. I sympathize with your goals - and so will be glad to undertake this assignment. I shall be out of contact for a day or two, while performing the first step of the job, and will contact you here as soon as I find any clues. Please stay patient.]<<<<< -- NightShade (18:12:35/9.17.54) >>>>>[Fragg!!! Faggin' bug. Damn it! Just got rid of it. Someone was tapping us . We got to move from present location to ***EncryptLOCAL@***. We need info people. Come on Kendra, lets have some data -- if you're going to do anything lets see it soon. FraterNay and mom are in trouble -- no time for sliding easy. Prophet whaddya get? Who the target on this? Whats this thing about? Poincare, get those birds up and spying forr us. You know that bureaucrats and flunkies have loose lips -- mount some laser sonic pickups and give the Palace of Zequatl and the Gov't offices a flyby. RAGMAN! You chicken-killing-Great-Spirit-calling voodoan, great to know your around and 'kay. Chummer, we need you here - now! This is no laughing matter, and we need your gore throwing butt up here. Speaking of techno-magic tricks . . . Milhaus, get your silk shirted body into astral. Check out the oppositions magical protection. Wiz, thanx chummer, was real helpful info. Nuyen is in the account you said. Fragg, I gotta a bad feeling 'bout all this.]<<<<< -- KHANx (18:25:18/9.17.54) >>>>>[ Yo, chummairs, eet is night time, my time, but zis time ay am een big trouble. Ay managed to get zos fraggers zat were aftair me but I was 'it as well. Ay need a good docteur or someone 'ou can 'eal me quick. If possible noe questions asked. Merde, ca me fait mal, putain. If you noe anyone get in touch at zis numbair *****Encrypt number*****, Ciao, an I 'ope to 'ear from you soon ]<<<<< -- Swiss Mercenary <03:30:17/18.09.54> >>>>>[Well, we got her back. Nex took her to the hospital, though which one we still don't know. He just took off too fast to tell us, and it looked like she had Hyper poisoning... But here's what happened late this afternoon. MaxiMillion, Roxey's ally, came and found me around 1500. Apparently, Nightfox had showed up from the Tir(don't ask me how...) and collapsed a Mega-ward that had been holding Max away from Roxey. So he came and found me, and after complaining that his throat was parched, proceeded to tell me where to meet Nightfox. I made all the calls to the assult crew, showed up at Penumbra only to find Nightfox enjoying a quiet chat with the bartender over a spritzer, and after making plans to assult at nightfall, took off toward Bellevue. When we got there, his fraggin Tirness was already there, as was Nex, sittin just out of sight from the house. I guess that Max had already found him first,told HIM the message, and then came and found me. Guess Nex cam here, all fired up and ready to kill only to see his Tirness arrive in a HUGE limo and five bodyguards. Outclassed, Nex did the smart thing, for once in his life, and waited for the calvary to arrive. He was really happy to see us, but was all impatient and said something like "What took you so FRAGGIN long?? Are we READY _YET_?" accent not included, of course. At this point, the Motly crew(actually, Firefox, Gunney, Buzz, Dragon, Shadow, and BloodTooth, supported by a limping Diana) were doin recon around the north side of the house. Max and Nightfox were across the street in a tree, and the rest of us were on the south(me, Transformer, StreetWolf, and Nex), kinda usin a tree and a house's corner as cover. The warding around this place was heavy, I guess, and StreetWolf told me that there were watchers all around it too. I guess that was bad...not my area of expertise. Just as we were gonna head in, they came out! From the front door, no less, like they didn't even know we were there. His Tirness had four of his guards around him, looking very serious and VERY paranoid and the fifth dude was draggin an apparently doped up Rox. Nex kinda shouted "Frag it!" and opened up with his pistol on the fifth dude, wounding him. Then the drek hit the fan. Weapons appeared like out of nowhere in the guards' hands and lead started flyin in no particular direction. I guess that his Tirness was some kinda spell slinger as Nightfox and Max bubbled him up real good with anti-spell barriers. The dude was NOT happy, and neither were his guards, although I guessthey figured that he was safe...for the moment and they started rushin him toward the limo. And to top it all off, Max and Nightfox had to keep on castin the same spell, that barrier, because his Tirness kept collapsin it somehow... Right about now, two rotodrones appeared out of the middle of nowhere. I don't remember calling them in, but we were grateful anyway. On the first one was a hand, makin a NASTY gesture(not that I don't agree with it, but still) and statin "Greetings from Nodie" Apparently several people knew/know the person, as a general murmur of "Nodie's back" went throught the assult, barely audible above the sounds of gunfire. But those drones took care of the limo for us, strafin it twice, blowin out windows, tires, the engine, and startin a small fire in it too. Gotta love explosive bullets! But the guards, recognizin a threat, started plasterin the lead drone with explosive and armor piercin lead. the first one went down into the limo, crushin it and makin it explode in a BEE-U-TEE-FULLL fireball. But the other one kinda took it's leave to hover behind the buildin. But Nex was keepin on pluggin away at the fifth dude until a really nasty hit broke the guy's grip on Rox and turnin him into ghoul food. But when Rox hit the ground, she let out a blood-curdlin, ear piercin scream that rose above all the small explosions and gunfire and cracklin of the limo. At that scream, Nex just kinda blanched, got real quiet and whispered "Hyper...", dropped his pistoland rushed out into some fraggin serious crossfire, drawin his sword. But just then Smith and crew were headin off toward the garage, gettin their vehicle, whatever it was, and I guess either Smith, Klien, or French is a spellslinger cause over toward the other side was the eerie glow of a magical fireball, not a natural one like a grenade makes. We thought they were gonners.And the guards and his Tirness seemed to be virtually ignoring Nex and thier fallen comrade as they rushed the dude off toward the North and Buzz's now flamin position. But we soon found out why they wern't worried about Nex when a bonded Earth Elemental appeared out of nowhere and tried to suck Nex into the ground beneath his feet. It almost worked, and would have had StreetWolf, Nex's cousin, not been on the ball to start takin down the Elemental. So the elemental was too busy stayin alive to worry about Nex gettin close to Rox. Well, I'll continue in the mornin... I'm almost fallin asleep at the deck/ neo-turtle here, so I'll sign off. Till then.]<<<<< -- Slash(21:48:29/09-17-54) >>>>>[*****include video feed, taped***** Good evening, this is Martin Ferret, coming to you from the scene of a recent firefight in Bellevue. Earlier this afternoon, several unknown terrorists assulted this house and several illegals residing within. When Tir Taingire officials arrived to evict the illegals, a group of at least 20 terrorists attacked the officials, destroying their limo and forcing them to steal the illegal's vehicle to escape. At this time, the officials have returned to the embasy and the illegals have not been heard from. Apparently, one official and bodyguard in the employ of the Tir Taingire High Council of Princes was killed in the exchange. Ehran, High Prince and Council member was in Seattle this week on a short vacation had nothing to comment on the attack besides confirming that the house was embassy property and was supposed to vacant at the time of the attack. No further information has been forthcoming, and the search for the illegals and the terrorists continues. *****End video feed***** Oops...]<<<<< -- Diana(21:57:10/09-17-54) >>>>>[KHANx: I'm working on it. I've got a ton of stuff here to try to pull some of this puzzle together from. Do you want it fast or do you want it right? I think you need to take a pill or something. What's eating at you anyway? You know how close FraterNay is to me. And I certainly wouldn't want to leave anyone's mom, let alone a friend's, in the hands of these fanatics. I haven't seen you this worked up since you got under a certain redhead's skirt.......Sorry. Keep working on the other angles. I'll have something for us in timely fashion.]<<<<< -- Kendra <22:33:23/09-17-54> >>>>>[Thank you, Darkwatch, for the input. You managed to convince me that research into an artificial HMHVV would be bad news. Too bad we can't convince the lads on the Board. If the virus could only work in a mana-rich environment, I take it the current state of the world qualifies? They wouldn't have to take some lad or lass to a magic hotspot before injecting (or whatever) the virus, would they? (I get the feeling the answer tothe second question is no, but it never hurts to ask.) I just hoe er, hope my employer can do something about this. Then again, the research is taking place in England, not Seattle, so I guess we're all safe for the moment. Right? Right.]<<<<< --Highlander (01:21:15/9-18-54) ***** Encrypt: MomCrew >>>>>[ OK, chummers (old and new), I've dug up some dirt and some of it's not very tasty. (Sorry, I'm not that good at puns.) From the info that Wiz volunteered I recognized a few of the players listed in the Amazonian government employee download from my Texas Ranger days. You're right, KHANx, this doesn't look real good. Bios follow: Mariana Mendoza: I first encountered Mariana (aka Bloody Mari) back in the summer of 2044. I was on a deep op in Aztlan with Bill Henderson, my partner at the time, and things got a little hot when a local bar-wench blew our cover. Seems she didn't appreciate Bill's advances. Well, Bill got canceled on our way to the extraction site by this Biz-Wiz. I barely made it out alive. At my debrief I learned that she was under the direct tutelage of Anton d'Venescu, that Aztechnology wage-mage who went wacko a couple of years ago and tried to wax his whole family. After Anton went over the top, Mariana took over as head of the magical research dept. in Aztechnology's Seattle branch. New info: Miss Mendoza has been in the employ of the Amazonian government for the past 8 months. She bought out her contract from Aztechnology and flew south the same day. She is the head of special operations for the Office of External Affairs. The good Lord only knows what area "external" covers. ***Include: Mariana.Pic Stefan Kane: The several run-ins I've had with this guy make up the bulk of his dossier in the Rangers' files. He probably knows me pretty well also. When he worked for Aztechnology (yep, another one) he was known as a "Senior Technician." Professional operative to the hilt. Now he's working as a "Special Courier" for (you guessed it) the Office of External Affairs. Kane prefers to work alone, but he is an expert in small unit tactics. He could have easily planned and executed the heinous "Mom Snatch." He is a very cold and heartless individual who follows his orders to the letter. ***Include: Kane.Pic These are the only two individuals I recognized from Wiz's download, but this could be a nasty trend of Aztechnology folks moving into Amazonian territory. This is not good. We're going to act fast and professionally if we want to pull this off without a hitch. ]<<<<< -- Prophet <10:57:19/9-18-54> >>>>>[ Bloody Mari, eh Prof? Don't leave much to the imagination, do ya? Well, I've taken care of business. Millhaus, I've got some nice new trinkets I think you may be interested in. In your state of mind I think you'll be open to try a few new things in your craft. I'm here with Bunker, Peanut and Poincare. Bunker and Poincare are checking some leads out and I'm keeping Peanut entertained. Bunker's quite the tailor, it seems (ha!). This little armored jacket for Peanut is quite well made. Kinda cute, too. It's got little puppies chasing kittens around the stitches! The puppies even have little automatic weapons! (I really think Bunker needs some therapy, or a steady girlfriend at least!) ]<<<<< -- The Ragman <11:01:50/9-18-54> >>>>>[I really hate it when some jokers decide to have a fire fight on my front door. First they bring Lone Star and after they leave we've got to pick up after them. Maybe I should plant some landmines for them next time.]<<<<< -- Red <06-03-23/09-18-54> >>>>>[Sorry for the time lag, everyone. Now, where were we... fireball... earth elemental...Ok, I got it. By the time that his Tirness was gettin rushed off toward the garage, Max and Nightfox were gettin real tired. Guess they had been raisin barriers around that guy all the time and havin them come crashin down again almost as fast as they were goin up. But I guess they couldn't keep it up anymore because all of a sudden his Tirness and his guards were enclosed by a wall of energy that was makin our bullets just kinda bounce right off. The vehicle of Smith's had just pulled out of the garage with the side door open when the five Tir persons rushed forward and climbed in. As the last guy was in, the barrier must have fell or somethin and our rounds from over this way hit one of the guards as he was gettin in. Didn't kill him or nothin, but he ain't gonna be feelin too good for a while. The van then decided to take a leave of absence and our efforts to stop it were in vain. All our rounds just were bouncin off the armor, maybe scratchin the paint a little. Even the tires wouldn't pop. But back to Nex... We thought that the guy on the ground was dead, and he fraggin near was, but not totally. He was alive and kickin enough to drive a long dagger into Nex's leg as he stepped over the "dead" guy. If it had been normal, Nex probably wouldn't have felt it until h realized somethin was stickin out of his leg. but this wound was not too far from the bullet wound that was mostly but not totallyhealed. Nex just kinda gasped and looked rather surprised, but wasted NO time yankin the offending blade from out his leg, pinning the guard on the ground TO the ground by drivin it through his shoulder, and then very cleanly, ver professionally and VERY emotionlessly took the guy's head off his shoulders. Nex must have wanted a trophy of that dagger because he pulled it out of the dead guy and put it in his belt. Nex must have REALLY wanted to chop that guy up into little peices-until he saw Rox lyin on the ground. She was just lyin there, moanin and writhin in pain, eyes clenched shut and ears cupped tightly over by her hands, a definate sympton of Hyper poisoning. They must have been usin it on her to keep her from toastin their sorry butts with spells. But if you saw Nex pick her up gently after his fight with SteelTower, this was even gentler, like pickin up a fragginMing Vase. I guess he and she had some kinda empathic link right then, seein how he'd gone through similar things only last spring, but we covered him as he carried her up to his truck and layed her down on a blanket in the back. The Transformer, a Bear shaman, hopped in the back with her and cast some spell. She calmed right down, lookin like she was still doped up, but not in so much pain. Nex took off without even tellin US where he was headin. But we didn't have time to worry about it as sirens were comin this way. Max was exhausted, and so was Nightfox(wierd, but true). The two of them LITERALLY fell out of the tree they were in, which was a little strange. I've seen Max walk on air without a second's thought, but I guess he was too tired to do even that. They got up and usin each other for support, straggled off to my car, immediately passin out in the back seat. Max then went kinda misty as he couldn't maintain his physical form and Nightfox, who had passed out on top of him got a nasty start when he fell 6 inches into the seat. But he just went out like a light again. We regrouped later at Penumbra, after our wounded had been takin care of. Come to find out, there were quite a few injuries. Firefox had been collapsin the ward around the house when a bonded fire elemental appeared out of the ward and attacked him. Diana and Dragon were wounded some takin care of the watchers. Buzz took an explosive round in his leg, givin him a compound fracture of his femur-He ain't walkin without help for a little while, least not with out a little arcane assistance. Gunney took some shrapnel in his side when the tree he was usin for cover took a couple hits. But Dragon and Shadow were put in the hospital for massive burns. Guess the fireball hurt them the most. Diana's leg kept her from doin much besides provide "spell defense," whatever that is. But she's a little annoyed that the fireball cooked her hair. Nex took only the knife wound and StreetWolf almost killed himself takin care of the earth elemental, but he'll recover after a good night's sleep. And I took an AP slug in the shoulder, a wound Diana took care of last night. And we geeked one of them and wounded two, one severely. Buzz and Gunney said they hit the mage that blasted them, but don't think they killed him. Too bad. But I wish we knew who his Tirness was so we knew how far we had to run or how deep we need to hide. And does anybody know where Nex and Roxey are? Sorry this was so long, but we had a busy yesterday.]<<<<< -- Slash(09-36-29/09-18-54) *****DirtyMom >>>>>[KHANx and Crew, sorry it took so long to get this information to you, but given the nature of what I've found, I'm sure you'll understand why I wanted to double check everything. First, the Object D'Art in question: The peice of art in question is an Aztec Vase from the late 16th Century. The ownership of the vase is in question. Several governments, including the Amazonians, claim ownership of it. Until six months ago it resided in the Prado Museum in Madrid, when it disappeared without trace. A legal battle over the ownership of the vase has been going on for several years. Interesting facts about the vase: It seems that a radiograph of the vase showed it had been fired with an unknown object hidden in the base. Scholars have been questioning what might be inside the vase for quite some time. Everything from rare gems to Aztec magical items has been suggested. Governments are also argueing whether or not the vase should be drilled out to uncover what is inside, especially given it's historical significance. Nothing, of course, can be done until ownership is awarded though. Every government involved has been using any means to try to get the vase, So trust NO ONE! Intersetingly enough, I found the radiograph and a pic of the vase in Aztechnology files. I don't find anything to suggest a connection though. They have most every interesting historical relic on file there. This was found under a list of magick items though. *****include vase.pic KAHNx, here's the tough news. I did some checking on your Mom to see if anything intersting came up. Unfortunately, it did. It seems that a considerable transfer of nuyen was made from the Amazonian Consulate here in Seattle to the account of Mrs. Annabelle Devries. Her trip to Seattle was also paid for by the consulate. It looks like dear old Mum wasn't just out for a bit of window shopping. I don't know if the Amazonians were behind the theft from the Prado, but they certainly knew of it's location here in Seattle. If they had taken it themselves a quick customs battle would most likely have followed. My guess is what better way to get the vase than having it on the person of someone such as your mother and then using diplomatic immunity laws to whisk it, as part of her possessions, out of the country. My guess is she was asked to take the trip to buy the vase by someone presenting themselves as a collector who could not make the trip his/herself. A chance to see her son and pick up a few extra nuyen to boot. Some pretty slick maneuvering by the consulate.]<<<<< -- Kendra <13:29:45/09-18-54> >>>>>[KHANx, any idea just what in your Mum's past would have led them to have chosen her? There must have been something.]<<<<< -- Kendra <13:33:23/09-18-54> >>>>>[ HEY! Jaez! No need ta worry, girl! If THE Nex says he's gonna help ya out...then he MEANS it! .Trust. me...he has this thing, `bout "damsels in distress"...in case ya hadn't noticed! = > He'll be around, ta pull it off - Don't WORRY! * I HOPE * ]<<<<< RANDOM >>>>>[ Anybody know just WHERE Nex IS, anyway? ]<<<<< RANDOM >>>>>[ Random, I'm still here...lucky m'. *weak smirk* I'll not be tellin' anyone where we are, fer right now...as I'm SURE ya ken understand! M`be in a lil' while, m'be NOT....I dunno'....*sigh* Roxey's a`right, fer those a' ya who're .worryin'., out there. So'm I, if there's anyone who cares...]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[ Oh...BTW, Jaez...I'll see wha' I ken do, k? No guarantees...ya know. Things've taken a bit o' an .unexpected. turn, lately...*sickly smile* so... I dunno...I'll see, ya know...I'll, uh, get back ta ya...k? Later...]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[ Allright, before I go another meter with this team, you're going to tell me what the hell is going on here. ]<<<<< --Vixen (14:02:20/09-18-93) >>>>>[ Of course, my dear, but our little ruffian Kaneda will be back any minute with--]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ Don't pull that with me! That satellite of yours doesn't go over for another hour and he's stuck out there on the surface and you .Know. it, so Let's Hear It. All of it. And don't try going invisible and sneaking off either.]<<<<< --Vixen (14:03:01/09-18-93) >>>>>[ Ah, well, if I must...Ralph, you tell her. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ Ey mon, I'm the one wit' de jaw wired shut, remember?]<<<<< --Ralph (Ain't it Great/Watching Reg Squirm?) >>>>>[ Er, yes, of course. Well, you see, it started a long time ago, back in Seattle...]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[.....so let me get this straight: You took an item as partial payment for a, er, adventure into the Renraku arcology, which turned out to be not only magickal, but sentient to boot, and basically everyone and their brother and their bodyguards, deckers, ninjas, awakened critters, snarks, boojums, and leprechauns have been trying to kill you since then. ]<<<<< --Vixen (14:22:44/09-18-93) >>>>>[ That's about it, yes ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ So you give the damn thing to a corporate research department...]<<<<< --Vixen (14:24:06/09-18-93) >>>>>[ Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ ...which turns out to be a front for a mafia family's holdings recently "acquired" by a dragon, and the curse on the item you were carrying around started to affect the employees of that corp., and they think you know why. Meanwhile, you've managed to trip over a conspiracy, quote, like the world has never known...]<<<<< --Vixen (14:32:35/09-18-93) >>>>>[ I still think that was part of th' curse. Those things don't, like, wash off that easy, y'know? ]<<<<< --Kaneda (Loud is good/Fast is better) >>>>>[ Right. So your technician gets kidnapped and tortured, your decker gets liquefied trying to get him out, and you guys rip off the most advanced form of transportation on the face of the planet, stopping only to wipe out the secret society's HQ by causing the entire mountain they were in to erupt on them.]<<<<< --Vixen (14:41:02/09-18-93) >>>>>[ Absolutely correct. In a nutshell. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ I would've had better odds with the avalanche.]<<<<< --Vixen (14:43:31/09-18-93) >>>>>[You have no way to hide from the Will of God, Sinners! He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake. He knows when you've been bad or good, and you've been BAD! Halt! God speaks! Yes, oh Lord!...I humbly BEG forgiveness, Oh Lord!... The One True God commands me to speak with thee, forgiveness, Oh Lord!... The One True God commands me to speak with thee, Spawn of Satan! Thee have ALL caused His agents and His plans for the world DAMAGE! Thee must repent before thee are struck down! As a demonstration of His power, one of thee shall feel His WRATH!]<<<<< -- Personal Jesus(18:42:17/09-18-54) >>>>>[Wonderful, a rabid BELIEVER. Just what we need, to make me MONEY!]<<<<< -- Dante(19:43:19/09-18-54) >>>>>[Oh, it was so very perfect. I couldn't have paid to have it done better. Maybe I should send Solitaire and Nex the 100000 ny I got from the corporate court. Watch what you have wrought. Trideo clip: Award Ceremony: Tir Tairngire News Network Palace in wooded area. Prince Aithne presenting young Tir noble Orichalcum Oak Leaf medal in large private presentation ceremony. Then businesssuited men present same young elven noble with a Corporate Court Hero Cluster Medal. Prince Aithne Speaks: . . . Lord Solariel has conducted himself in the highest standards of Tirian Nobility. By actively reporting to the Interpol and the Corporate Court what he knew of the illegal miscreants . . . . It is therefore my pleasure to award him a Patent of Influence in the Tirian Military and a permenent seat on the Council . . . . These acts of selfless bravery have helped to cement the relationship between Tir Tairngire and the Corporate Court. Please welcome on stage Lower Justice Tomas Zester of the Corporate Tribuneral . . . One of the businesssuited men stands and walks to the podium::::end clip You were just fantastic. I must thank you for helping me. Just so you under- stand the magnitude of your help let me explain. The Corp Court and the Tir were never close - alot of friction between them actually. When I learned about Miltech & co I saw my opportunity. When I sold AJ & co down river, I became the diplomatic bridge between the Tir and the Court. After all, here was a Tir noble risking his life to help Interpol and the Court. Then I set things up so that you would get a chance to attack me. BTW, I had nothing to do with the Roxey kidnapping - I only found out about it, and your 'run against it by apply ing a large dose of magical spying. So then I put myself in harms way, knowing you'd attack. Which of course you did. Thank you. Now think about how this looks. Tir noble does good deed by giving info to Interpol about shadowrunner terrorists, then terrorists - in hotblooded revenge try to kill Tir noble. Thats right, now I'm a hero and almost-martyr. The Corp Court and Interpol apply pressure, and my friends lobby the Tir Council ---- poof "Lord" Solariel , the hero, the almost-martyr, the diplomatic pipeline between the Court and The Tir, is granted honors, a permenant seat on the Council, and a Patent of Influence in the Tir Military (read private army and resources). Now I'm a viper's strike away from becoming a Real Council Prince, and after that a High Prince. I want to thank you very much. ******Worm Self-Destruct Sequence Message Deleted. No Record Found of Message. No Record Found of Message.]<<<<< -- Lord Solariel (15:48:50:9.18.540 *****ENCRYPT:PowerhouseAutoEncrypt >>>>>[POWERHOUSE: Sir, I empathize with the difficulties you and your family have been placed in of late, and I therefore offer you Y50,000 to discuss their protection. As you know, MCT has never quite forgiven you for your role in that extracton, and being a Japanese corporation they extend the grudge to your family. However, I have connections at the corporation and can see what I can do for you. . .for a price. Cerise is associateed with Nightstalker and Raven. If you would do me the favor of convincing Raven to cajole the young Jaez outside of that arcology, I would be most satisfied. Furthermore, if you care to eliminate the young Nightstalker, I could forward you information regarding Highlander that you could in turn use to put your rival far and away from the maiden you love. Oh, and as a personal aside, I must say that your prose is most flowery when you write of your feelings for the lovely Cerise. Acerbi as she is, I don't quite understand why you dwell on her in your diary so much. . .but that is not my affair.]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <18:10:20/9-18-54> >>>>>[My dearest Shadowrunners, I must say that I have been possesed of an exorbitant level of Angst of late. I have so much information to share with the world concerning each and everyone of you. My sense of propriety has thus far prevented me from disclosing your sordid collective past on this board. I have attempted private communication with all of you in the hope of signing you on to my cause, which I reiterate is merely the maintenance of my orginization's privacy in the William 6174 affair. However, in my darkest hour I found triumph over the anguished that burdened me so. I relaized that a few of you may be perfectly willing to help me, but are unwilling or unable to procure the needed information without betraying your your intentions to your comades. Consider the following to be a litmus test of sorts, to "test the waters" as it were. In the spirit of the Free Information Society, I grant you collective access to the following select item from my files: SOLITAIRE: Decker who recently made news in crashing select portions of the Corporate Court's database in Zurich-Orbital. He is in Denver, Damen und Herren, using a mobile satellite uplink. Most likely a truck. If any of you wish to cash in on the corporate court's bounty on her head, feel free to do so. . .and remember who provided you with the information. Ladies and gentleman, I do hope you realize that I have similar information regarding you and your movements, updated 3 time a day. I would so hate to destroy the infrastructure upon which modern civilization rests in order to maintain my privacy, but if I deem it the only response left to me I shall commence with the illumination of your shadowy underground. Bitte, we can all get along, can't we?]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <18:10:20/9-18-54> >>>>>[Lord Solariel, I do hope you do not exclude yourself from making use of that information I recently posted. While I meant it to entice the Shadow community into aiding myself, I realize that you too can make good use of it. Furthermore, should you care to join our resources, I can help you track any of the other shadowrunners you deem troublesome toward your activities. . .which I must say are very well hidden, at least from those limited to less capable means of information-gathering than myself.]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <18:37:20/9-18-54> >>>>>[Things are getting a bit strange over here. Last week I got a little message from a guy who called himself Marcellus. It was short and a bit unusual. It said "The games afoot. --QP-D4--" I can recognise a chess move when I see it so I figured why not, let's see how good he is. That's when things started getting a bit wierd. The Correlli family started moving in on Clan Yamada's territory. The next day a friend got attacked but got away so we sent someone to stick with him to keep him safe. For the rest of the week we played 2 moves a day and had minor fire fights. It seemed natural, rivals trying to move in on our territory we retaliate. Then the strangest thing happened. I finally took one of his pawns and that night a few of my brothers found a Correlli alone and he was killed. The next day I lost a pawn and one of our younger razors got fragged. It seemed strange but probably coincidental until I took his knight and during a small fire fight a minor don was scragged. If anyone has any leads on this Marcellus fragger, give me a buzz. I'd hate to see what happens if I lose.]<<<<< -- Red <18:15:53/09-18-54> *****DonnaReed >>>>>[Momcrew: All I can think of to say right now is "OH SHIT!!" Let me try to explain this. Something just didn't feel right about this whole thing from the start. After Prophet's info, though, I think I understand. Regarding KHANx' mum, I know nothing. It's most likely as straightforward as Kendra suggested, with Amazonia wanting the vase and using mum as a patsy to get it. Now there's some international bickering and she's caught in the middle. We need to bail her out, and fast. The FraterNay thing is, I fear, even worse. For starters, I can't contact her at all. This has never happened before. And now I think I know why. You see, Mariana Mendoza, aka Bloody Mari, is an old - shall we say - acquaintance of mine. I might as well let you in on the whole thing. Her former husband is one Rafael Valentin, currently executive vice president of information services and technologies at Aztechnology in Seattle. A few years back, Rafael and I became "friends." Well, not exactly friends. We had a rather long, involved, sordid tryst which caused the eventual downfall of his marriage to Mariana. For that, I have gained her undivided hatred. Though Rafael and I are no longer an item (He called it off when he was promoted to middle management. Some bunk about not being able to be seen at the company with "someone like me." In other words, I wasn't good enough any more for the bastard.) she still has a price on my head. The reason I'm often able to get information from Aztechnology is that I still have enough dirt on Rafael to bury him hundreds of metres deep in investigations, paperwork, and allegations. I'm not above blackmail when it suits me. So I believe when Mariana had the opportunity to abduct the most precious person in the world to me, she did so, knowing that I am acquainted with KHANx and would most likely be investigating the whereabouts of his mum. (She's as well connected in the Barrens as I am.) This could be just paranoia, but I doubt it. I think we've got two distinct runs here. Lets just hope to the Gods that we don't have to choose between saving one of the ladies at the expense of the other. I know where my loyalties would lie in such a circumstance. As far as Astral goes, I've found nothing. I'm planning a phone call (courtesy of Kendra) to dear Mr. Valentin asap. Perhaps he will know something useful. I will report again as soon as I know something of value.]<<<<< -- Millhaus <20:00:00/19-Sept-54> >>>>>[Hey there dude, so who the drek do you think you are? You might have showed up and CLAIMED to have been shot at, but I can quite assure you that the house on Royal Hill I am currently sitting in and the person I am sitting accross from is NOT you. He just keeps a lower profile than a media hound like yourself]<<<<< -- Smith(21:13:49/09-18-54) >>>>>[And Nex, my friend. There is NOWHERE you can take her that I can not find her.]<<<<< -- TLM(21:15:18/09-18-54) >>>>>[*****simultaneous transmission upload***** We are ALL still here, Solarial. We haven't been caught yet, nor will we in the forseeable future. So your "selling us up the river" isn't complete yet and isn't likely to EVER be complete. And besides, you are but a noble. You have yet to take the test of ascension to rise to ROYAL rank. And simply put, you are not good enough to get there on your own. Happy nightmares :) ]<<<<< -- recognize: Solitaire, Diana, Slash, Collussus, Action Jackson, Moriarity, Foxey Roxey(in absentea), FM, Silver (21:12:59/09-18-54) >>>>>[And quite honestly, the tests are administered by computer, aren't they, Solarial(I'd call you The Sun but you don't deserve to be called enlightened)? Well, if I can take down the Corp Court, I can fudge the results of your next ascension test so you descend a notch or two, not ascend to Royal status. And if you read the terms of the Corp Court reward, it says that the money is payable upon delivery of information that leads to my ARREST. Gee, I wonder how well that medal will fit when the High Council realizes that your info was really worthless. And if I'm not caught within a month or your offering the information, you have to give the money back...Oh well. See you later, good Solarial.]<<<<< -- Solitiare(21:29:34/09-18-54) *****Engage Interpol Trace: ShadowLand access point to source***** *****Tracing*****Tracing*****Tracing*****Tracing***** *****Trace Terminated, Unable To Trace To Downpoint***** *****End of Trace-Aztechnology Satelite 4, Geosynch, Denver***** >>>>>[Nice try, Drake. See what I mean about not being able to catch me, Soly?]<<<<< -- Solitiare(21:33:06/09-18-54) >>>>>[All right, that cuts it. Whatever joker dropped IC constructs in Shadowland can cut it out, and now. We have enough problems without wondering if pieces of the landscape are going to start killing the clients. We don't care if they WERE set only for a specific MPCP -- programming, as well we all know, has holes and bugs. Eating the locals is NOT allowed.]<<<<< -- Sysop (6:29:15/9-19-54) >>>>>[How long did it take you to clear them out? What were they?]<<<<< -- Gulag (6:37:00/9-19-54) >>>>>[Four hours to flush eight pieces of IC. Constructs of two different types -- primarily grey, one with a Trace complex, the other one we figure to be pure combat. Both contained Black, though it appeared to be dormant, and both were sculpted -- hmmm, one aerojet, the other a panzer of some sort. Looked to be effective. I'd like to get the designer on our team.]<<<<< -- Sysop (6:37:53/9-19-54) >>>>>[Clone that, Sysop -- what were they? An 'aerojet' and a 'panzer'? Was the second one big, rounded edges, long squarish gun up top? Kind of a dull basso rumble and a tang to the air set your teeth on edge? Deep grey-black?]<<<<< -- NYPD (6:42:47/9-19-54) >>>>>[Your crafting? If so, I'll request that you don't stop by here again very soon; that's not a nice thing to do to your friendly Matrixhood infogods.]<<<<< -- Sysop (6:43:22/9-19-54) >>>>>[No, but it bears a marked resemblance to the IC constructs that were responsible for the Three-Day War in the Manhattan Matrix. I lost two good friends that day, and an informer inside the Mob.]<<<<< -- NYPD (6:48:53/9-19-54) >>>>>[Drek. What the .fuck. is Moebius up to? And .how....]<<<<< -- Thanatos (6:55:00/9-19-54) >>>>>[**Delayed Transmission: Written: 2:00:00/9-19-54 If I'm a smart toaster, I'd hate to see what a 'smart microwave' would be considered to be. Ah, yes. Hmm. Well, M. Ganz, there doesn't seem to be anything I can really say in countering you. Gosh, your logic has simply surpassed all of my circuits. 'Course, I tend to use intuition a lot, something I'm sure you've heard of. (Probably discarded it, too.) Considering that I've .always. used such 'base expression', there's no real change in either my intelligence or my propriety from what I was to what I am. Go ask Lady Phoenix. Besides, I usually utilize idiomatic speech patterns similar to my audience; if you care to play verbal one- upsmanship with words, I am more than adept to the situation. Ah, yes, and there arrives the 'I have a brain, you don't.' Quite on time; were it to arrive any later, I'd've been surprised. Perhaps I no longer have a fleshly brain, M. Ganz, but I have consciousness and being -- and I have sampled brains as though they .were. nodes. William 6174 had a most complex brain; Moebius and I are still decoding the sequences written within. I hold no delusions of grandeur, only statements of fact. You are attempting to acquire control over the visitors of this node by means of information. Most information today is acquired through contact with the world interlinked network of computers and allied systems, colloquially referred to as 'the Matrix'. As a full-time resident of said network, and as a specialist in acquiring, modifying, destroying, and creating information existant within said network, logic as well as intuition dictates that such a resident would have an extreme amount of control over information flow. I have been in this business for twenty-three years. I have seen more changes come about than I care to catalogue, and I have adapted to each and every one. I did not particularly ask for .this. change, but it was either this or else work for the people I most despised, creatures of evil and hate far beyond your own picayune machinations. Machiavelli would have been considered a beginner, so intricate were their ploys; they are no more. I have adapted again, and I will continue to adapt. If that is not a symbol of a living creature, then no such things exist. Go ahead and terminate me, m'lord Ganz. Put me in a non-negotiable circumstance regarding my past and secrets. I declare myself opposed to yourself and your organization, and will proceed to use what few means I have at my disposal to belittle, pester, and bring to ruin any and all designs you and your people may have.]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (Sent: 7:20:00/9-19-54) >>>>>[[**ERROR: File Not Complete. Send rest of file: ------------ [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE: Initiated [**PLACEMENT LOCALE: Denver Shadownet Databanks [**IC SPECIFICATION: IC Construct Ident 'SW2.3.3 StoneWall' [**IC SPECIFICATION: IC Construct Ident 'NW1.9.12 NightWraith' [**IC SPECIFICATION: Specific MPCP, Matrix Identification 'Ganz'. [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE: Complete: SW2.3.3 -- 5 active. [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE: Complete: NW1.9.12 -- 3 active. [**SEQUENCE/MODE: DX5344cc81: Foreground [**DX5344cc81: Running..... ------------ Time of log file creation: 2:00:14/9-19-54]<<<<< @@Moebius (7:20:10/9-19-54) >>>>>[Starting side comment -- Herr Ganz being possessed of an exorbitant level of angst is kind of like the Pacific Basin being as dry as the Mojave. Ganz -- that's rather interesting. Hoping to get us to betray our own? I may not particularly trust Action Jackson or the MilTech group, but they are more trustworthy than most corporations and 'other' organizations that I have encountered; the 'offer' of yours is a prime portrayal of my point. You seem to have forgotten what it's like on the street, if you've ever actually worked at that level -- when you're a shadowrunner, you have to work with others at the whim of an employer, which means you have to be as professional and as precise as you can. This means that you can.not. betray .any. of your comrades-in-arms. Ever. I think you're going to be out of luck.]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (7:55:45/9-19-54) >>>>>[You know, Solariel, you're a right bastard. But then, that's one of the main things that Rhiannon and I agree on, lately. Thank you for getting that delivered, Happy.]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (7:59:22/9-19-54) >>>>>[Banging, snakeboy. Meghan the Red is a term for dodgy DX moving.]<<<<< -- Happy (19-9-54/12:05:39) >>>>>[I'll remember that.]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (8:09:58/9-19-54) >>>>>[Happy? Since when do you talk like that?!?]<<<<< -- Meghan the Red (19-9-54/12:15:15) >>>>>[Stoichya, if that is all I would have to do to gain so much, I would have reported such inconsequential indiscretions a very much long time ago. Nothing can be done with information that is useless, da?]<<<<< -- Shiv (08:12:19/19-SEP-2054) >>>>>[Hey, Shiv, why don't you do something a bit more... well, 'modern' for your time/date stamp? Why is it so out of date?]<<<<< -- Siouxie (8:14:23/9-19-54) >>>>>[Is russian model. Russian computer is like russian cigarette -- gets job done, but tastes bad, smells bad, looks bad. *ptu* I hate russian cigarettes.]<<<<< -- Shiv (08:18:19/19-SEP-2054) >>>>>[Uh-huh. That's why I have to smuggle the drekkers in by the boxload for you, huh?]<<<<< -- Banshee (8:20:49/9-19-54) >>>>>[Solitaire -- the computer tests for the Rites of Ascension are on a self-contained system. No matrix-originated penetration of said system is possible during testing. As well, he already .is. of Royal level -- that's where the 'Prince' comes from, neh? However, he's now guaranteed a seat on the Council of Princes (not the Ruling Council, that's something different) for life, no matter what rank in TT he is. He could be a commoner for all they'll care (not that that's likely to happen) and he'll be able to walk in and sit down at the Council. Mmmmm...... besides, even if it .was. linked in, I wouldn't give two demi-stads for your survival, flatline-resistant or not. You got eleven strikes against you in ripping out the Corp Court records -- the Tir systems are notorious for insisting upon locating their prey, and then sending a mage through astral to find your fleshbod. Not much a jacked-in decker can do against a manifesting fire elemental. Unless you have friends. Oh, yeah, Drake, that reminds me. You CAN trace somebody's satlink. But then, you're working on your own time, eh? What're your superiors saying about having effectively no proof at .all.? Well, here's a few presents. [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE: Initiated [**PLACEMENT LOCALE: InterPol Mainframe [**IC SPECIFICATION: IC Construct Ident 'SW2.3.3 StoneWall' [**IC SPECIFICATION: Specific MPCP, Matrix Identification 'Commander Drake'. [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE RUNNING..... [**IC PLACEMENT SEQUENCE: Complete: SW2.3.3 -- 7 active. Have fun.]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[Well, I have been told by an OLD friend of mine that my sig here is aready in use. Too bad. I suppose that I'll have to choose another one...]<<<< -- TLM-Etsy(14:18:44/09-19-54) >>>>>[And if I have offended you, "Lord" Solarial, I do truly apologize. And if you desire challenge me or demand compensation as the traditions of our lovely nation allow, please feel free to do so. However, I seriously doubt that you can figure out who you are challenging. Good day]<<<<< -- Etsy(14:22:12/09-19-54) >>>>>[I must compliment you on the design of those IC constructs, Wyrm. They were(emphasis on the PAST tense) very well done. But our system has a slightly paranoid slant since Solitaire's goons wiped our files out last week, and they were easily destroyed by our own constructs. Took a little while, but they were gone by the end. And no, my superiors do not look kindly on our relative lack of evidence, but as we had backups on paper(ick), not all was lost. And besides, we expect to catch Jackson shortly. As for his co-conspiritors, they shall be caught eventually.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(14:28:17/09-19-54) >>>>>[Catch me shortly? Not very likely, Cmdr. With the safe"house" Blinder set me up in, I doubt you can even find me.*****Initiate Trace***** Oh drek. Bye!]<<<<< -- Action Jackson(14:30:25/09-19-54) *****Tracing*****Tracing*****Trace completed, dispatching extraction unit***** >>>>>[It appears that we have you, afterall. See you in an hour or two!]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(14:32:05/09-19-54) *****Encrypt Interpol MAXACS--Herr Ganz >>>>>[Thank you for the location of the Seattle ShadowLand local server, Herr Ganz. With the Trace&Report IC we placed in there, we were able to get a lock on Jackson before his signal faded. And the extraction unit should have him in about...well, about now. I can see your orginization is quite well informed. Reward Payment to Solarial shall be stopped and forwarded to you instead at your MPCP. Have a good day, Herr Ganz. You helped make my week.]<<<<< -- Commander Drake, Interpol(14:36:59:09-19-54) *****Encrypt:DrakeNode >>>>>[Herr Kommandant Drake, I am pleased you were able to put the information I provided to good use so soo. An abomination of nature such as Jackson should not be permitted the privilige of associating with Humaniti. And I thank you for your offer of payment, I will accept it, but I remind you that we do not always require monetary reimbursement. . .arrangements of another kind can be made should you find yourself short of funds and requiring our assistance. A final note, Mein Herr: I realize that this node is the easiest way to contact me, and that our encryption systems are more than asequate to deter the multitudes of feeble deckers who log in here regularly. Nonetheless, there are a select few that may be capable of cracking such a sophisticated system. I suggest that from now on we keep our communications private, lest the irrational solidarity of shadow community be turned entirely against us.]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <15:00:00/9-19-54> >>>>>[Rietz, Report.]<<<<< --Katana (16:50:22 EDT/19:09:54) >>>>>[Lord Katana, MacLeod is now in Puget Sound in dormancy.]<<<<< --Rietz (16:51:51 EDT/09:19:54) *****Encrypt Rietz***** >>>>>[Good. Now our plan to take over the world may proceed, but first I want you to find and kill a decker by the name of Highlander.]<<<<< --Katana (16:55:28 EDT/19:09:54) *****End Encrypt***** >>>>>[As you command Lord Katana.]<<<<< --Rietz (16:56:43 EDT/ 09:19:54) >>>>>[ Whoa! El Creepazoid Ganzo has got himself an encrypt program. Just sent some messages out to Commander Drake and Powerhouse. ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:35:36/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Well? ]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <16:35:39/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Well, what? ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:35:42/09-19-54> >>>>>[ WHAT DO THEY SAY? I assume you're capable of breaking into encrypted files, eh? ]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <16:35:45/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Well, yes. Some of the more run-of-the-mill ones aren't too hard. But his was different... After running everything I could think of on it, all I got was a message feedback loop: You are smart, but I am smarter. You are smart, but I am smarter. And so on. This Ganz's gettin' on my nerves. ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:35:54/09-19-54> >>>>>[ And he wants to kill Jaez, and maybe US! Hey, did Doom come up with anything? ]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <16:36:07/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Well, I saw him working on something a while ago in one of his secluded nodes... Suddenly, get got all pissed off, and yelled a bunch of German (?) words I have no idea the meaning of. I suppose that's Teutonic cursing, eh? Before he left, he gave me this: -------------------------------------------------------------- My fellow denizens of ShadowLand! Make no pacts with this devil, for surely as I stand her now, he shall require of you no less than your life. He shall make you an instrument, a tool, in his (and his organization's) machinations. Further, exactly what are those motives? Even if one must deal with the Devil, it is better to do so with one you know, than one you do not. Fall not into the trap of Doktor Faust, who sold his Soul to Mephistopheles for the promise of untold power. True, he did receive incredible ability to manipulate the metaphysical energies, but the time did eventually come for the bargain to be concluded, and in that moment, Faust suffered unimaginably before dying at the hands of his partner. Accept his help, and one day he shall come calling, and they you shall know what it is to be someone else's creature. Doctor Doom ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gee. Doom's feelings are pretty strong on this. ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <16:36:54/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Hey, Jaez, is there anything else we can do? (besides, I suppose, help Doom in his investigation?) ]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <16:37:07/09-19-54> *****VIDEO FEED, TAPED***** >>>>>[ SCENE: A hospital corridor, strewn with trays, dishes, silverware... a reporter you recognize as Colleen Francis is standing amidst the wreckage, looking like the cat that's just swallowed the canary...beside her is a middle-aged woman, in a nurse's uniform...audio feed starts... FRANCIS:...of, CTAC News, reporting from the 8th floor of Travis Memorial Hospital, in Everett, where, only .moments. ago, a fight broke out. Details are .sketchy., at .this. point...but, witnesses report that two Elven men had become involved in .violent. hand-to-hand combat, after the latter, allegedly, entered the room of an, as-of-.yet., UNidentified patient. The two men have .yet. to be indentified, as .well., but, we .have. been given descriptions...one is reported to be Caucasian, approximately 2 m tall, weighing approximately 105 kg., and having red, waist-length hair. The second is believed to be of Asian descent, standing approximately 1.8 m. in height, weighing about 70 kgs., with close-cropped, black or dark brown hair. The latter is reported to be wearing a black body suit, beneath a white lab coat. As of yet, .neither. have shown signs of being armed...STILL, they are being regarded as .dangerous., by hospital security. When .last. seen, the two combatants were reported to be making their way to the 10th floor, via the stairs. With me .now., is Nurse Emily Blaire...Nurse Blaire, could you please tell our viewers .what., of this incident, you had witnessed? (camera closes on nurse...she seems to be a bit shaken, still) BLAIRE: Er...yes...uhm, I was at my station, just down that hall (points off- camera)...and, I heard this CRASH! Then, a woman's scream, and the sound of a cart flipping over, and, alla' the trays and dishes clattering! So, I run off, down the hall, to see what's going on! When I got to .this. hall, I saw the Japanese Elf, all tangled up in a meal cart! Then, I see the .other. Elf, who'd been hanging around, since sometime yesterday...with one a' the patients, I guess...come tearin' thru the door...er, doorWAY...`cause, the DOOR'd been just SHATTERED, like he'd just thrown the .other. man THRU it! Well, he goes on, straight for the Japanese man...who just does one of those karate-jump...sorta THINGS...and gets to his feet! THEN, they start tearin' into each other, like they were tryin' to KILL one another! The littler Elf gets away, and takes off,into the stairwell...after THAT...I don't know! *shrug* I just hope no one getsHURT...along the way! (FRANCIS looks back into camera) FRANCIS: Well, there you have it, folks! We .will. be keeping you posted, as this incident developes. For CTAC News, this has been Colleen Francis...back toYOU, Greg! ]<<<<< *****END VIDEO FEED***** Just thought you folks out there might be interested in this little .tidbit. I'dcome across, earlier today...I'll have some more, for you, in just a moment. I have to down-load it...]<<<<< =Mozart= <18:56:43/09-19-54> *****VIDEO FEED, TAPED****** >>>>>[ Another hall in the hospital...sounds of quiet conversation, and sobs, can be heard in the background.... FRANCIS: This is Colleen Francis, again, reporting for CTAC News. I am .currently. on the 11th floor of Travis Memorial Hospital, where a fight had broken out, just 15 minutes earlier, between two .still. unidentified men. Moments ago, the drama increased, as .one. of the men grabbed a young patient, intent on using her as either a hostage...or, a .shield. (camera closes on the end of the corridor, where an Asian Elf, holding an Orkan girl about the neck, in a decidedly threatening manner, is facing off with a rather .large. Caucasian Elf. They're talking, the Asian in a quick voice...appearently a little nervous...the larger Elf, in low, even, slightly .menacing. tones...and a heavy lilt. The cameraman doesn't seem to be straining, to catch the exchange...) FRANCIS: The two seem to be .discussing. the hostage situation...but, as they seem to be conversing in Sperethiel, it is .unclear. as to just .what. is being said. Obviously, though, the terrorist is threatening harm, towards the young woman he is holding. (almost faster than the [unaided] eye can follow, the larger Elf flicks out his hand. The Asian grimaces, as a dikoted shuriken buries itself deep in the back of his hand, but, he doesn't scream. Instead, he pulls the shuriken from his hand, and "returns" it to its owner, pushing the girl into him, in the process) FRANCIS: OH, MY LORD! The protagonist has just made an .attack. on the terrorist His ploy seems to have .worked., though, as he has .released. his hostage! He .now. seems to be headed for the stairs, again! And, again, he is being pursued! KEEP ON THEM, JON! KEEP .ON. THEM! (the larger Elf darts up the stairs, behind the fleeing Asian. The picture is scewed, as FRANCIS, and the cameraman follow...there's the sound of footsteps, and their labored breathing, as they try to keep up...) FRANCIS: *PUFF...PUFF* We're attempting to keep *puff* visual contact *puff* with them, folks! *PUFF, PUFF* Looks like they're *pant* .continuing. to *puff* ASSAULT one *GASP* another, even as they're *PUFF* making their way *gasp* to the 12th floor! The *puff, pant* terrorist is attempting to *pant, gasp* strike his pursuer, as they near the *puff* door*pant*way...the OH FRAG! (the camera arcs, at a crazy angle, as the cameraman, and FRANCIS back-pedal quickly down a half dozen stairs...the Asian strikes the other Elf a stunning blow, across the side of the head, and pushes him away, as he staggers...the larger Elf loses his footing, and tumbles down half a flight, to land a few steps above FRANCIS...dazed, he lies still a moment, then shakes himself out of his stupor, and clambers back up the stairs...reaching out, he grasps the Asian's ankle, just as he starts thru the door, tripping him...the Asian kicks out, striking him in the chin, and frantically twists himself out of the other'sgrip...they disappear, thru the door...reporter still follows...) FRANCIS: These guys are unBELEIVable! *gasp* Frag! I better be gettin' HAZARD PAY, fer THIS! *pant, pant* (as FRANCIS & cameraman enter corridor, Elves dodge thru another door...they follow...door opens onto ROOF of hospital, where the two are STILL fighting... as they have been making their few exchanges .entirely. in Sperethiel, and its been obscurred by labored breathing [of BOTH combatants AND reporters], nothing can be understood...the Elves are fighting VISCIOUSLY...and, seemingly, to the DEATH...but, its becoming appearant that they're growing fatigued...the reporterand cameraman keep a WIDE berth between the Elves, and themselves...this makes it difficult for them to keep the two men in sight...) FRANCIS: OH...*pant, pant, pant, GASP* UUUUHHHHHHhhh.....we seem to have come out, onto the *puff* ROOF *pant*, of the hospital...where the two, unidentified *gasp* Elven men are CONTINUING to engage in a DEADLY battle of *puff* wills! Neither, at this point, huh...eh...seem to be .gaining. any ground....and, they seem .determined. to keep this up, ALL AFTERNOON, if need be! (camera rolls for some minutes, with very little commentary from FRANCIS...as they follow the men around the roof [at a .safe. distance], it is becoming more and more obvious that their frenzied pace is taking its toll on the two Elves...both have multiple contusions & abrassions, and a number of cuts and slashes, from inplant weaponry...BOTH are beginning to stumble, more and more frequently...) FRANCIS: It .appears. that this battle just .might. be drawing to a close, in very short order! BOTH men seem to be teetering on the edge of near- EXHAUSTION! Oh,.... (as she says this, the two are faced off, staring across a space of less than a meter and a half, at one another...BOTH appear about ready to DROP...then, the larger Elf takes a staggering half-step forward...and launches himself, shoulder down, at the Asian....toppling them BOTH over the edge of the roof...) FRANCIS: OH MY _GOD_! I....I DON'T _BELIEVE_ THIS! THE CAUCASIAN MAN JUST THREW HIMSELF AT THE ASIAN....AND, THEY __BOTH__ FELL OFF THE LEDGE!! OH, MY....JON! GET _IN_ THERE!! _GET_ THIS!!!! HOLY.....! LORD! (cameraman starts forward, to take in the street below...a hand can be seen, coming up over the ledge...clutching at it...cameraman staggers back, in surprise...the red-haired Elf pulls himself upright, and clambers, wearily, over the ledge...its obvious he's exhausted...he seems a bit "numb") FRANCIS: OH, DREK! Folks, it looks as though ONE of the men DID survive! I don't know HOW...appearently, he was able to catch the ledge, as they tumbled over the side! I will be providing you with a chance to hear the story, straight from HIM, in just a moment! (FRANCIS & cameraman approach survivor, as he leans heavily against the ledge, looking down, into the street below...his expression is grim, with just a trace of anger...as the camera draws closer, he can be heard to speak...) ELF: Ove' thau morkhan daronit, im veresp con ilu'vah nage': Khilteheron din od thaliol faro'th...gan dae', herontish im medaron ti se'versakhan! (he spats derisively down on the body, 12 stories below, and draws himself up, starting to turn...FRANCIS approaches him, looking for an interview...) FRANCIS: EXCUSE ME! SIR? Sir? Could you please tell our viewers...WHAT was the motivating factor, behind this incident? SIR?! Could you please shed some light on the identity of the victim? Er, terrorist? SIR? PLEASE (the Elf pushes past her, without so much as a .glance., let alone a comment... he heads quickly thru the door, down the stairs, an dis lost from sight...the reporter seems irritated, but recovers quickly, turning back into the camera...) FRANCIS: It seems that the survivor of this afternoons violent clash has .no comment., at this time. The victim of the terrible fall, however, is believed to have connections with the Tir...and, the possibility that today's incident could be tied into the attack on the Tiran property, in Bellvue, last evening, has .not. been ruled out. Most assuredly, an investigation into these matters .will. be pending...and, CTAC News will be there, keeping you, the public, informed! .For. CTAC News, this has been Colleen Francis, sighning off.... *****END VIDEO FEED***** It appears as though Nex & Roxey have disappeared...again! I don't look for themto be checking in, any time .soon., folks! REALLY! I HOPE to HELL, that this allgets settled...and SOON! Especially with the Tir delegates getting so antsy, as of late! Looks to me like that boy's just had himself a nice little run-in with a Tir Paladin....but, don't QUOTE me on that, alright? ]<<<<< =Mozart= <21:05:27/09-19-54> >>>>>[ OH...and, for any of you folks out there, wondering about that nice lil' bit of Sperethiel our oh-so-poetically-inclined chummer tacked on to the end... roughly translated, it reads: This abhorrent fornicator of swine has died, to serve as a warning to ALL who would willfully cross me: I am the silent and dauntless hunter...the dreaded shadow, one who exists to be the death of mine enemies! A little on the melodramatic side, maybe, but...HELL, THAT oughtta' stir those Tir fat-cats up into a REAL, NICE frenzy! Nexey-boy, I _HOPE_ you .know. what you're doing! *sigh* ]<<<<< =Mozart= <21:11:19/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Dearrr Gawd! WHAT hasss that adorrrable IDIOT gotten himssself into, NOW!?! *rrowrr* ]<<<<< Lady Siam >>>>>[ I just don't get it. N'ralan comes home suddenly yesterday after noon looking like Te'ch warmed over. He has yet to awaken, though he does look a little better. He's been muttering something fierce in that Sperethiel dialect I had never heard before I met him, the whole night long. At one point he started screaming something about his mother and father, it must have been pretty terrible from the way he was acting. I'm not sure, but it was as if something had come back to haunt him from his past. Well he's still mumbling but atleast he's not screamin any more, it gives me time to ask what has been happening. What happened so that that jerk Solariel became a Prince? if I heard right. And what is this about the Ruling Council, there is no such thing. There is the Council of Princes and the High Prince and it is they who rule Tir (and fairly well I might add). And just who is this Lord Solariel (or whatever it is), I for one have never really heard of him, has anyone else. Just how old is he, I why does he think that Lord (the title for nobility) is so wondeful; I for one also hold a social rank but because of honor sake I refuse to use it until I have taken the right of progression in 2057 where I might prove that I deserve the rank I have been given. I may end up in fact challenging the Rite to gain a higher position, hopefully that of my mother. I wonder if I shall see Lord Solariel in three years trying to prove that he does deserve a Royal rank.]<<<<< --Dimitri<21:30:23/09-19-54> >>>>>[ Damn that drekking prick of a elf, Solariel you are one lucky son of a bitch, I mean if my info update had of come through 12 hours earlier, I would have been able to stop that extraction from serving you're purposes. Oh yeah, Slash, you chummers owe me a rotordrone. Anyway on to more relevant biz, thought all you Shadowpeople's might be interested in this... *** Begin visual upload (Beautiful babe with microphone crouched behind some crates) "This is Kelly Holdings for WHAM-News, reporting from a downtown Seattle wharehouse, our informants tell us that there will be a firefight occuring at this location very shortly, wait I think I see something coming now." (Unmarked white van rolls up into the wharehouse, several 'corp' guards emerge and spread out, 'covering' the truck, they wear no identifying labels. During the next few minutes a total of seven Mitsubishi Nightsky's arrive, various people emerge and move towards the truck, unloading crates.) " It looks like some sort of exchange is taking place, I wonder what is in those crates. " (A figure in a business suit has now emerged from each Nightsky, they appear to be watching the exchange. Suddenly a single shot sounds, quickly followed by another, one of the 'suits' staggeres back bleeding from the head and shoulder) " *gasp*, as expected by this reporter a firefight has started in this innocent looking wharehouse. " (Automatic fire opens up from three sides, some coming from behind a pile of rubble, some from the 'corp' guards and some from a pair of rotordrones strafing said corp guards, all the figures in camera shot fall back to their vehicles, as one of the drones fires a missile which turns one Nightsky into a blazing inferno, as a bolt of light flashes past the camera and hits the wounded 'suit' directly, the suit falls to the ground, apparently dead.) " Apparently the attacking party has magical support, we have just witnessed one person killed by some sort of magical bolt. " *** End Visual upload Hang on, I'll send the rest in later, Vanessa just got back with the brew, I'll only be a few minutes ]<<<<< -- NodeFaerie <00:00:00/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Ok, I'm back, hey Sun, Tux if you guys are in the mood to party you might as well join us at *****__Location__*****, anyway here we go *** Start Visual upload (Five Nightsky's screech away, just before the last turns out of site, another missile streaks forward, and the limo becomes a moving fireball before slamming into an opposite wharehouse, the unmarked truck also speeds off, but then mysteriously turns and slams into a second pile of crates. The only figure visible standing is one of the 'suits' he is now surrounded by a glowing aura, he gestures and a ball of energy flies over towards the rubble, where automatic gunfire is coming from, a short scream is heard, and the suit turns grinning.) " It appears that the remaining suit is a mage, and by all counts I believe he has accounted for one of the assailants. Oh my god!!! " (From near the truck, as several guards start to climb out of the wreckage, a swirling mass of rubbish and rubble forms and heads towards the 'suit', automatic fire rings out again, from somewhere above this time, and the guards are knock down before they get to their feet, the mage extends his arm toward the 'spirit' as the burned form of a dwarf rises from behind the rubble aiming a shotgun at the 'mage'. The spirit slows, but then twin shots erupt from the dwarf slamming into the mage, the spirit leaps forward as another bolt of power streaks into the target. The 'suit' caught between the three assualts is literally tossed about, bleeding and staggering, then a final shot rips through the air and the 'suit' head is virtually blown off as his body drops to the ground.) " The firefight is over now, geez, Jim focus on the guys body! " (In front of the camera the 'suits' body shifts from that of a human, to that of a wendigo, as an ork male, a human female and the dwarf drive the remaining Nightsky off...) " A wendigo, geez, hey Jim lets get a look in one of those crates " (Camera shows Kelly emerge from her hiding place as she moves toward the nearest crate, after several minutes she manages to lift the lid off to reveal rather fresh body parts.) *** End Visual upload Latest word is that several of the downed 'corp' guards have been Id'ed as Enhance Inc. people, and Enhance Inc, has been called before the corp court to 'explain', me thinks they gonna disappear. Oh yeah there's A.P.B.'s out on all the Wendigo's that got away too, we got three confirmed kills, bounty is being cleared as I speak. Gods it's good to be back ]<<<<< -- NodeFaerie <00:17:46/09-20-54> >>>>>[Well, oh well, I seem to have peeved off some people. Still sore about The Baby Dragon Incident are we ? Too Bad. Herr Ganz, I will defer on your offer. I rather like my independence, and suspect, as my shadowrunner collegues do, that to work with you is to sell your life away. Regardless, I personally believe that you are persueing a rather reckless course -- to use both stick and carrot on the same group at the same time sends mixed signals which tend to alienate 'runners. Now, to wit, and laugh, Solitaire/AJ/ and co. I have returned the money already and apoligized profusely to not having "more" info --- even though I know EXACTLY where you relocated too. But you mistake my actions as being personal - and they are not. Because of you I climbed a step in my plans. You were imperso nal tools, not foes. I am currently the the interface between Corp Court and Tir -- thanks to you. Whether I knew something or not, was there at the Roxey Extraction or not -- the fact of the matter is I benefitted. Mr. Ourobouros, can tell you that I'm a man on a mission, with no personal hostilities, but rather steps to climb. You were a step. You may again be a step. Until then may you prosper. Oh. By the way, The (Dead) Wyrm Ourobouros is quite right in all his assertions . I am already a "Royal" Rank noble. The Ascension Games computer is totally matrix isolated. I now have a permanent seat (although no vote) on The Council. I have a Patent Of Influence in the Tir military. You can hurt me, but it will be a lot harder than you think. Why put yourself on the Royal Tirian Targeted for Neutralization list? Don't try to hunt me. I'm big game --- and I hunt back. As for Shiv and Dmitri, Pojalsta, ne nada ob aa mne govoreet - ya vas naidoo toje. I.e. Don't talk about me, because I can find you too. Dmitri, I do know about you. We will meet in The Games. You haven't heard of me because until recently because I've been making my climb stealthily. For a minor Prince, I've done rather well. Dmitri, I will be waiting for you --- are you going to be ready for me?]<<<<< -- Lord Solariel (00:09:36/****) >>>>>>[Clip Seattle News Zap Channel 3 Picture: Large complex of buildings surrounded by Lone Star vehicles and personell. A central building is on fire and seems to be damaged. Rain is falling heavily, making the nightime images blurry. Lone Star seems to arrest- ing people. Lights, and sirens flaring. Time Stamp reads 23:06:39 Hello, this is Lightning Vegas reporting from the outskirts of Corporate Center District Seattle. The building you are seeing is the recently terrorized Enhance Incorporated Complex. Several explosions have rocked the central build- ing -- seemingly from the basement. Many employees are fleeing the building. Unussually enough, Lone Star officers arrived on the scene moments ago, and are arresting certain Enhance employees as the fled the building. Furthermore, the Urban Fire and Medical Squad Corporation seems to be delayed in getting here. All this is very strange, and seems to be related to an earlier reported incident, where Enhance crates were found to contain unusual items. We'll be back as news develops***END CLIP Thank gods its over. We bruised and beat up, need time to recover, but Enhance is gone. They're going to fry over this. Team 2 reporting OrganFinder Target 2 neutralized. Out.]<<<<< -- Sun (00:35:17/9.**.54) >>>>>[ *****A vid link opens but no-one is at the screen, what looks like a very dirty room can be seen in the background. A human is lying on a mattress, covered with a torn blanket. Towering over him is a Troll, wearing extremely dirty clothes in considerable disrepair. The Troll can be seen to take care of the human who is injured. After about a minute the screen begins to break up and finally dissolves into snow ]<<<<< -- NO ID >>>>>[ Well then Ouro, I suppose a Virtual Bar will suffise? You have any personal favorites? ]<<<<< -- Lady Phoenix (19:42:23/20-Sept-54) >>>>>[Yes -- Geneva Groundside, right now.]<<<<< -- Shockwave (5:53:12/9-20-54) >>>>>[Thank you, Drake. Care for another batch that are properly attuned to your MPCP? Seems I made a couple of maladjustments to their Search-and-Destroy subcoding; they were only on the search section, I noticed, and never activated even when you were right in front of them. Minor adjustments, but still; I hate to leave a job half-finished. Ah, by the by -- InterPol won't get too far in trying to create a file on me. Tell what's his face, Weaselhead -- ah, Captain Borinov -- that he really shouldn't refer to me as 'Scales'. I have a tendancy to notice something like that, and suspect it refers to me. When I actually read the file and see some of the information, well..... it kind of confirms my suspicions, you know?]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[Herr Ganz, although we have never met my friend, I feel it is my untold duty to tell you to go to hell. Since Doomsday and I are on the better dead list anyway, I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you, that you make a poor mouthpeace for your bosses. Let me explain. As I have learned from my training. . . you want someone dead, you don't go about telling that person, that you are gunning for them. It just isn't wise. In addition to the fact, that gaining revenge on people who have done damage is pour business. Think of it this way, there is a reason that we are the type of people who do run the shadows, someone has to do it, and it has to be deniable. Just because we are .Mostly. shadows doesn't mean we are, universally going to roll over and play dead, just because you plans got ruined. In matter of fact, I for one, don't give a frag, that your plans are in the drink, because unlike most people I work for, you are going for revenge, because you lost. Most corps learn to cut their losses and run. Apparently not you. I guess this means one thing, and only one thing. That you'll keep harassing us all, even though, your going to be the loser in the long run. I hope you realize the folly of attacking a viable source of getting things accomplished through less legit ways. It isn't wise for long term survival. Let me finish by stating that if you ruin Agent Cooper's career, that you just succeeding in making the shadows your enemy. Therefore, watch out Herr Ganz... you'll not be aware of when your own shadow will reach out and kill you and your employee.]<<<<< -- Shadowfox <23:43:43/9-17-54> *****Encrypt MPCP Nightshade >>>>>[ Nightshade, I notice that you've accepted Miranda's offer. Well I would like to offer my services to you for the said job. I would have taken the job myself but alas my knowledge of Seattle is limited. I can offer you full magical protection, I am an initiate and have a range of illusion spells that my father taught me. I am also a capable healer and can handle myself in a fight. There is one condition that I must ask however Monsieur Nightshade, you must not let allow any word of this to reach Monsieur Powerhouse. After he turned down the job it would appear bad were I to take it up when we are supposed to be working together. Not only that though but Monsieur Powerhouse is most distraught, only 1 hour after checking the shadowland board he began cursing and uttering some most extreme obsenities, he then grabbed a bag that I know to contain his electronic equipment, ripped out his telecom unit and disappeared on his bike. Can we meet tonight at the Club Penumbra, I would suggest somewhere else but the only other place I know of is run by a member of Powerhouse's old team. Awaiting your reply in earnest. ]<<<<< -Spice (15:05:15/9.20.54) *****Encrypt MPCP Ganz (courtesy-IBA) --- Overridden PH >>>>>[ Frag you Ganz, you threaten my family then expect me to kill a good friend of mine, then think that'll I'll do it so that I'll stand a better chance with Cerise. Not only that but you force me to reply on this public forum. I have spent the entire afternoon reading up on papers on matrix security just to give this message a chance of not being cracked. For one thing I'm having to use a hacked version of IBA's encrypt and it fragging took me 4 hours to find the back door he put in ! So you'd better read this quick Ganz and fragging delete it quick, cause I'm meat if any of my friends find out I'm helping you. Here's the deal, you give me all the information you have on my parents, you get me all the information MCT has on my parents. You fragging make sure MCT's records are deleted, use your 'contacts' I'm such a big fish to MCT that they could forget us if they wanted to. When that is done, I'll talk to Raven, I fragging can't guarantee anything. If you think however that I'm going to kill Nightstalker, then you can take a fragging running jump !!! Highlander may indeed be a thorn in my relationship with Cerise but he's gone through enough, maybe you heard about the widowmaker ? You fragging claim to know so much, you should do, and you'll know that I helped defend the ritual group that were attempting to free him. One last thing fragging Ganz. If you renage on this deal, I will hunt you to the end of this earth. I may not have intesive knowledge of the matrix nor can I throw a fireball but I can find you, and when I find you I can slice you to pieces very very slowly. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (15:29:32/20.9.54) >>>>>[ Raven and Nightstalker, can we meet, I think you know what it's about. I just can't stand the fact that she's still not speaking to me. Is Ciau Ciau's ok ? My shout. ]<<<<< -The Powerhouse (17:01:55/20.9.54) >>>>>[ Capitaine, nous venons de recevoir ceci d'un de nos agents au UCAS, je crois que cela pourrait vous interesser. *****Open video file***** *****Decrypting image***** (A Troll face that only a mother could love, and even then, is staring out of the screen, it looks a bit worried) -Hey Snow, Snow can yuh hear me? Jeez I tink de auto-call but'un is broken (a voice breaks in, no face is seen) -Frag it Dumbhead, how many times have I told you never to phone me before 11 am, I need my beauty sleep. -Duh! Sorry Snow, but I don know what time it is up dere. It's just I gotta big problem an I don know what to do. -What is it this time Dumbhead? You scared the wits out of another sanitary inspector, or have you taken apart another go-gang member? -Duh! No Snow, dis time I am really in trouble. It was like this you see. Last night I went up to get some food when I runs into dese guys who was shoo'in at each udder. Der was one guy against five an well it just did not seem fair on de one guy so I went in to help him. Well after I threw two guys into a wall, head first an one of dem had been shot de udder two took off. Well I went over an found de guy who det had been shoo'in at was hit real bad so I brung him back here, see. (at this the Troll moves away from the screen and a dirty dingy room can be seen. A man is on a mattress on the floor covered with a torn blanket, he looks very pale) -Dumbhead, how many time have I told you not to get involved in other peoples' business. Well you had better bring him to the shop and I will see what I can do for him. -Hey thanks Snow, duh! I mean I did not know what to do, okay I will get dere as soon as possible. -Oh and Dumdhead. -Yeah Snow. -This time, open the back door before coming through it. -Duh! Yeah OK Snow, null err...what do you say Snow? -Persperation, Dumbhead, persperation. -Yeah, dat's it, perperation. *****End of Video file***** ]<<<<< -- Sergent Grosfillier: Police Geneve Orbital (18:00:30/20-09-54) >>>>>[ Pas mal sergent, c'est bien notre homme. Est-ce que notre agent a pu localiser d'ou venait l'appel et la destination? ]<<<<< -- Capitaine Alexander: Police Geneve Orbital (18:02:00/20-09-54) >>>>>[ Pas vraiment Capitaine. L'appel semblait venir de sous les Barrens de Seattle et la destination avait un anti-traceur ]<<<<< -- Sergent Grosfillier: Police Geneve Orbital (18:03:30/20-09-54) >>>>>[ Bon prevenait notre agent a Seattle, il faut l'avoir vivant si possible, on veut un proces en haut-lieu. Vous avez un budget illimite pour l'avoir. This time you fragging mercenary you will not get away from me. You will pay for my dishonour. ]<<<<< -- Capitaine Alexander: Police Geneve Orbital (18:05:25/20-09-54) >>>>>[[**DX5344cc81: Running..... [**TRACE SEQUENCE ALERT [**INITIATE: Relocation Subroutine 22.3.22 [**RELOCATE: Running..... [**RELOCATE: Running..... [**RELOCATE: Adjustment initiated -- completed.... [**RELOCATE: Running..... [**RELOCATE: Completed. Relocation successful. CPU processing time: 1.5223 seconds. Adjustment initiated: 1.5216. Adjustment completed: 1.5219. Relocation adjustment noted and logged. [**SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC: Query: Origin of relocation adjustment? 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CPU processing time: 0.0020 seconds. [**SEQUENCE/MODE: DX5344cc81: Foreground [**DX5344cc81: Running.....]<<<<< @@Moebius (11:00:34/9-20-54) >>>>>[[SYSTEM: Log dump: [r--t] at [Moebius]]<<<<< @@Moebius (11:00:35/9/20-54) >>>>>[*coldly* Powerhouse, we will speak.]<<<<< -- Thanatos (12:58:32/9-20-54) ***** Household main systems reactivating. Warming up interior. Turning on lights. Collating mail from last 4 months. **** system over-ride by unit 17 **** toaster activated Printing house activity in absence: three attempts at break-in - unsuccesful. two unwanted attempts on computer access systems - unsuccesful two access to main computer by Sysop one access to main computer by Friendly ***** House hold system boot up complete: integrating with secruity sys. ***** "Welcome Home" >>>>>[ Howdy doody doodly doo!!!! I'm Talkie your friendly talking toaster and fun breakfast companion. May I interest you in some toast!!!]<<<<< -- Talkie <09:32:14/09-20-54> Magna-Tech toaster #17 owner: Criag W. Morgan III >>>>>Herr Doomsday, revenge is not my motive. I seek your elimination for practical reasons: you know too much. Furthermore, I believe my posts thus far have made clear the reason why, in hopes of deterring any attempt you make to tell your story futile. My warning of you also serves to 'spook' you, as it were. You have already made a number of critical errors which would likely have been avoided were you entirely unaware of our scheme. And I do hope you enjoy that roadblock called together shortly after your call. I need not trace you if I already know where you are.]<<<<< -- Herr Ganz <12:30:30/9-20-54> >>>>>[ CRUSH is dead. Now give me ah moment ta collect ma thoughts and emotions so that Ah can explain ta ya tha whole story without weeping. Ok, tha tour was going great, Bloodrun was a hit as an openers, they really got tha crowd reved up for Sheena. When she came on, they would always go wild, and tha night would fly on from there. We were able ta meet alot of interesting people during our stays in different cities. Dark Elf was a great host and guide while in New York, he took us ta all tha hot spots when sheena wasn't performing. Tha tour ended in Europe, where we planned ta take some vacation time and see tha sights. Nightfox stayed with us for a while, 'till we hit tha Isles then he left on some mysterious business. England was great, although a little on tha wet side. Ah thought Ah would go insane listen'n to those bag pipes, how can ya stand them Highlander? Ya show have seen CRUSH Oh drek !!!!! Ah can't do it!!!!! Its been more than a week now but Ah still can't get over it!!!!! He's always been there!!! *weep* But ya folks do deserve ta know what happened ta him and tha rest of us; we owe ye'all that much for being our friends. Its just SO fraggin hard ta talk about when someone that is like your brother di *weep* Ah'm sorry, its just so damn hard, but it does help a little ta talk ta ya'all, my friends, about it. *sniff* if Ah was on a deck right now I'd have been electricuted !!!*laugh* *weep* We left tha Isles and headed towards tha orient - Japan ta be precise. It was tha only place that Sheena didn't play, mostly for personal reasons tha' Ah won't go inta. We met some interesting people there but one of tha main points involves Craig so Ah really don't want ta dredge up those memories. From there we went ta hit tha lone continent and country of Australia. Sydney was beautiful, it really is a nice city. Sheena kept on saying how she should play there sometime. Dorn ( Claw ) has always wanted to see Aires Rock ( he says he has some Aboriginal blood in him along with tha African), so we had put aside a fews weeks for a trek inta tha outback. While in Sydney we did a run or two, just for old times sake, being retired can be a bore *sniff*. We made a few Runner connections with which we were able ta aquire an aboriginal guide inta tha outback. We decided ta leave mighty quickly because our two escapades had gained us a small dislike from a large Sydney based Mega-corp. Tha trip out consisted of a flight by airplane to a small border town. There we acquired donkeys for tha rest of our travels, CRUSH was rather disappointed ta find out he'd have ta walk because there were no donkeys big enough!! *laugh* *weep* *sniff* Ah almost there. Ah think Ah can do it, it just hurts ta talk about it. He was so lovable a lug. *weep* It took about ah week ta make it ta tha rock. Now let me tell ya sugar it was Huge, and even ah could feel tha Australian Wild Magic swirling around. That night we all had a series of really strange dreams, we still don't know what they mean. Some of them were similar for all of us, others of them seemed for only one or a few people. Tha next day, we made ready ta acsend ta tha top of tha Rock so that Dorn could do meditating and other stuff on top of Rock. He was there for a few hours siting in a lotus position, and every so often tha guide would stare at him in a strange way and smile, like he understood. It happened so quickly that Ah'm not yet sure exactly what happened. Tha only warning we had was a yarl like a panther coming from Dorn's mouth. Tha next second an Aguilar Helicopter pops up on tha far side of tha rock runnin silent. We all hit the deck when the first burst of autocannon came streaming out. It was then that tha second Aguilar came over tha top. Dorn had no choice, he used his magic, there was this burst of light and a pained animal like roar from his direction; the first Aguilar was nocked back, its rotors snapped and it fell down the cliff face in a firey reck. Spirit ran ta help tha now collapsed shaman while Kichanski and me ran to help Lister who had been hit by one of the wild rotor blades. The second helicopter turned towards Spirit and Claw and started tearing up tha earth with a line of autocannon fire that was headed right towards them. Suddenly, out of nowhere comes CRUSH. It all seemed ta go inta slow motion after that, CRUSH pushed Spirit and Claw out of tha line of while trying ta keep his body between them and the autocannon fire. Well it worked, CRUSH got them out of tha way, but he took a huge burst of tha cannon fire right in the torso, there wasn't anything we could do. We all sat there stuned as his huge body flew off the Rock to the ground below. DO YA HEAR THAT SPIRIT!!!!! THERE WAS NOTHING THAT ANY OF US COULD DO!!!! HE'S DEAD DAMN IT!!! LET HIM GO!!!! *weep* Ah am not really sure what happened next, this gray mist seemed ta cover us all. There was this sound of metal tearing, and suddenly tha ground moved beneath our feet. From what we can gather, some type of spirit helped us, but we don't know why. Claw was unconscious from tha wild magic back lash, and AH don't think it was tha guide from tha really startled and wondrous look on his face. We ended up so far from tha Rock that we couldn't even see it in tha distance. We had everything with us from the rock, the donkeys the packs, the only thing we didn't have was CRUSH. We road for a day too stuned ta even speak. Spirit was in shock, Lister had lost his hand to the rotor blade, Sheena had taken some shrapnel in the arm and our healer was still unconscious from trying to use Australian Wild Magic. Yet none of it seemed ta matter, with CRUSH gone the heart had gone out of us too. Lister didn't mention his hand at all, Sheena just removed the shrapnel and Ah helped her bandage it as best Ah could. Spirit came out of it after a few days. The first words out of her mouth were, "He's not dead!!!". We had ta tranq patch her ta clam her down, and it still didn't even put her out. She just sat there tha whole rest of the week ride back saying "he's not dead. I can feeel it, HE'S NOT DEAD!!!!!". Ah would love for it ta be so, but no one can live through an autocannon blast and a fall of a cliff, not even CRUSH. Even if he did live, we couldn't have done anything ta help his wounds, we had no magic, and the Medikit wouldn't get him back ta civilization quick enough. It still loomed over our heads, Claw finally woke up yesterday before our flight. He just looked around and said, "There is no trace of him". Thats tha only thing he has said since waking. He left already ta somewhere Ah don't really know where. He's been with Craig and Wendy since the begining, they have been through everything together. *sniff* It was only him and Wendy when CRUSH *weep* lost his father; only him and Wendy ta help Craig through Goblinization. Fox we need ya now, though Ah don't know what there is for ya ta do though. Spirit still says he is alive, but there is this look of such total loss in her eyes that it chills mah ta the bone... We really don't know what ta do, Ah am so confused. Things just seemed ta work with him around and NOW HE's GONE!!!! AH'm sorry AH just can't do it anymore.]<<<<< --Circuit Breaker < Criag William Morgan III, R.I.P. > *****ENCRYPT GAMMA KAPPA MU Slash_MPCP***** >>>>>[ Slash *sigh* there's na need ta be worryin' about Rox, an' I...we're in VERY capable hands....Hasseim has offered us assylum, an' we're under th' constant, watchful eye of Q.S.'s Blood Valley Circle. We'll be FINE! *weak smile* Uhhh...well, NO...I WON'T say anythin' ta ya! Tha' way, ya ken all HONESTLY say ya donna' know anythin'...I'll be gettin' back ta ya...well, _whenever_...I'm jus' waitin' here, fer things ta cool down, a bit, neh? I guess we canna' expect thin's ta get _too_ ter`bly excitin', here in wild ol' Anderson, right? *sickly smirk* Hey, I'll be in touch...a`right? Jus', donna call US...WE'LL call YA! *smile* Namari`e, Friend...]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[Perhaps I was mistaken, my young Lord Solarial. And as a token of sincerity, I apologize for my previous remarks on your character and motives. I am actually quite grateful for your taking upon yourself the publicity of the recent debacle in Seattle, for it removed myself from suspicion. Perhaps we can benefit each other--as long as you stay in line. Having me as a Patron, even an unknown one, has certain, shall we say, long-term benefits. But having me as an enemy would not be conducive to your continued developement or even existance. This is not to be meant as a threat, as simple fact cannot be threatening any more than it can be assisting. Please, consider my offer.]<<<<< -- Etsy(13:35:29/09-20-54) *****ENCRYPT SIGMA PI OMICRON Jaez_MPCP***** >>>>>[ Jaez, luv...it seems tha' Roxey was able ta remind m' a my "duties", sa, I'll be returnin' from Cal-Free, in a VERY short while, ta award ya th' presence of one HANK! I'll be in touch, lass. THE Nexus, signin' off! ]<<<<< -THE Nexus *****Encrypt Oh My Gawd!v.3--THE Nexus >>>>>[I am very glad to hear you and Rox are ok, Nex. I really am, but I have some bad news. AJ won't be able to come to wherever you are-he's in jail. Caught yesterday by Interpol, transferred to NA HQ in New York last night, and they are putting the case before a Grand Jury tomorrow. And what have you looked at the guy you killed? And how about the dagger from the other one? Any ideas?]<<<<< -- Slash(13:41/02/0-20-54) >>>>>[ Ganz, (no longer I consider you worthy of the title "Herr") I compliment you upon your top-of-the-line encryption protocol. 'Twas quite difficult to circumvent...the reasons behind this shall be discussed later, however. I read what you offered Herr Powerhouse. Ganz, you are beneath contempt. The very idea of turning one friend against another is detestable. Further, those thinly veiled threats regarding Powerhouse's past were no less than repugnant. The final and most flagrant offense was tempting Powerhouse to lure Fraulein Jaez into a situation where you and your minions of malignancy could destroy her. You, sir, are devoid of Honor. Further, your belief in your own superiority is beyond arrogance. Casually you state that the whole of the support of civilization would be undone at your command to protect yourself, in an attempt to frighten us. I know you, Ganz. I know the type of person you are. Your methods are those of deceit, corruption, and intimidation. You seek to gain surzenity over others by fraudulent, clandestine dealings. Darkness and obscurity are your mantle of protection. There is no subterfuge to which you would not stoop. As the spider, you lure those innocent of your true purpose into being indebted to you, thus compromising them. Other human beings are merely tools, means to your unsavory end, to be discarded once they outlive their usefulness. As to the vermin who lurk in the black recesses of buildings, your residence, indeed, your sanctuary is within the shadowy corners of the human mind, drawing power from fear and paranoia, staying clear of the harsh light of society's awareness. However, for those who reside in the dark, ever present is the threat that one shall be gazed upon the immoderate light of discovery. Then shall you, as does vermin, scurry for the dark. And then, we shall be there to ensure that you are tread underfoot.]<<<<< -- Doctor Doom <12:51:44/20-SEP-54> >>>>>[ Good grief, Doom! He did all that? Ganz, you slimy, underhanded bastard! How can you do something so utterly evil?]<<<<< -- Hangtime <12:51:57/09-20-54> >>>>>[ We've got to get this guy. There's gotta be SOME info on him! ]<<<<< -- Sonic Boom <12:52:05/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Boy, boys, don't get emotionally wrapped up in this. Some time ago I gave up being shocked by the Evil that Man can do. I've met and heard of people as bad as him. Don't ever let the evil nature of your opponent scare you. Recognize him for what he is, just don't act so surprised. All that remains now is to band with the others, and take Ganz down. I'll admit, that's a tricky proposition. We can't afford to be sloppy. ]<<<<< -- Jack Hack <12:52:32/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Solariel, what is this bull-Drek about you on the Council of Princes but not having a vote. If your on the Council you have a vote, although some like Blake, Garth, Larry and "Rex" never really have much to say, openly. It is not unheard of for bystanders in good stead to sit and watch the council on open sessions, and some even are allowed to watch on the not so important closed sections. But to say that this means that you are ON the council but have no vote is self-aggrandizement, and a base form braggery to those who do not know Tir politics. Do not think to try and fool me though Solariel for I know more than almost anyone of my "Social" rank about the council. As to who I am, Solariel, I will not tell as of yet, I will let you wonder. Now would some one clue me in on what this Baby Dragon Incident that Solariel mentioned is, I do love court gossip, and to get one ahead of people would be very nice. Oh, Solariel, I will see you at the games. And I will get that which I try for. I do not doubt my abilities neither mental nor physical. And it is Dimitri, not Dmitri if you please.]<<<<< --Dimitri <11:02:21/09-20-54> >>>>>[ In line with earlier commentary, here is some data has come to light which may interest those of this B.B.S. Mind you, such information is quite preliminary, but it may assist those also engaging in the quest for information regarding this rapscallion knave: Possible Preliminary Information (most of this is rather dated, but I decided to initiate my search working from the past to the present) Ganz [from the German, it means "entire" or "whole"] is a name used by a few agents involved in underhanded, disreputable activities. Mind you, none of these may be the individual for which we search, but they are prospective candidates. --- 1. Ricardo Ganz -- Primarily the information connects him with smuggling rings in South and Central America. Suspicious are that he was involved in the hijacking of various freighters shipping Colombian coffee beans, then selling the contraband to the black market. It is also thought he was in the narcotics trade. Present Whereabouts: Believed to be in Brazil. 2. Ganz -- mysterious junior member in the radical Volksfrei movement during the days previous to the rise of the Fourth German Empire. Reports were received indicative of its disbandment during the EuroWar. The group's ultimate goal was the establishment of a Marxist state in Germany. Present Whereabouts: Thought to still be in Europe, although some speculate he has moved to England. 3. Ganz -- terrorist who was, up until a few years ago, active in the Italian peninsula and the Balkan regions of Europe. Was more inclined towards organizing and initiating acts than performing them himself. Is wanted by the Roman Catholic Church for crimes in the papal states, as well as many other Italian city-state governments. Present Whereabouts: Conflicting reports put his last position either in North Africa or the Turkish Republic. 4. Ganz -- the most sketchy profile thus far. Apparently quite active in the shadows, acts as a "fixer" of sorts. Trades in anything bought or sold, and orchestrates mysterious runs, sometimes several all at once. Has been known to play alternate teams off of one another. Present Whereabouts: Unknown. Presumed Europe or North Eastern UCAS. --- Ganz, it is evident by your attitude that your role aspires to be the Supreme Puppetmaster, manipulating others to your whims. Take care that the puppets do not climb up their strings and strangle you with them. ]<<<<< -- Doctor Doom <13:09:38/20-SEP-54> >>>>>[ Well, I'll be... Cooper wasn't just having Java on the brain when he mentioned the guy in the coffee smuggling ring. ]<<<<< -- Hangtime <13:09:54/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Ganz you mother f**king, scuse eating, drek spouting, corp moron. What the frag have gotten PH into !!? A'mm gonna fragging frie your neurons, then find ya meat body, then slowly roast parts of you over a low flame, when I'm content that you've suffered I'm gonna tie you up and feed you to the devil rats !!!! GOT THAT !! GANZ !!! You have gotten PH into one drekload of trouble, I already saw one thinly vieled threat earlier on. I mean, did you really expect PH's messages to be secure ? I fargging wrote his encryption program !!!!!!!! Oh yeah sure he managed to get rid of a back door and he even put in some code that he got otta some paper on matrix security. But PH isn't a fragging programmer, he doesn't know how to integrate that code, how to seal it from the probes of an experienced decker, especially when that experienced decker wrote the fragging code. Not only that but I believe that you let PH get caught out. He asked you in that message to delete the fragging message, yeah, sure if he looked he would have thought that you had. But you only deleted the fragging header, a quick scan of storage brought the code up straight away. Anyway, you make me sick Ganz.... and you're gonna die for what you've done. Better start looking over your shoulder when you're next in town.... ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[ Raven, Nighstalker. I know we've not always been on the best of terms but I must ask you a favour. PH I see is on his way to meet you, he doesn't know that Ganz's meaages were cracked by Doom (and slightly later by myself I may add, well ok Doom pointed me in the right direction), nor does he know that his message was cracked by me. Basically PH is being blackmailed by Ganz to try and convince you, Raven, to get Jaez outta the arcology. They've threatened his family, I can't believe he would agree to do it for anything else. Tell PH it's all out in the open, tell him that Doom cracked Ganz's message and that I cracked his, and tell him to get to his folks quick. I've booked a ticket for him already, all he has to do is get to the airport. I'll be standing overwatch in the airport matrix so he can get some gear through. Please warn him, he may act like a lovesick child at times but he's still a mate. ]<<<<< -I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**) >>>>>[Well, it looks like we have lost a good friend. Here it is: *****Include Video Feed***** Hello, this is Charlie Fingers at the North American Headquarters of Interpol where only moments ago the criminal Dr. Alexander Jackson was brought in under tight security. We are stupposed to get a statement shortly from Commander Drake, the officer in charge of this investigation...Ah yes, here he is now. [cut to Commander Drake, reading a prepared statement] "Earlier today, in Seattle, UCAS, Interpol agents on special assignment tracked and arrested Dr. Alexander Jackson to a location that will remain undisclosed. There they took the suspect in custody, flew him off to the Seattle-Tacoma airport where he and his armed escort boarded an Interpol jet for New York. Now that he has arrived, we will be holding him here in Interpol Headquarters until the trial in approximately one week. He is due to be sent before a Grand Jury tomorrow morning on the charges of Destruction of Public Property, Con- spiracy to commit fraud, Comspiracy to destroy public records, destruction of private property, destrution of corp assets, possession of military explosives, possession of unregistered cyberware and bioware, and being a menace to public safety. There will be a question and answer period at 10:00 PM, EST tonight." And that's it, the statement by Commander Drake. Keeping you well informed, this is Charlie Fingers. *****End Video Feed***** Now then, let's keep the stupid ideas to ourselves, but anyone have an idea on how to get him out before the trial?]<<<<< -- Slash(14:43/37/09-20-54) >>>>>[Herr Ganz -- I am sorry about your employee; he seems to have been a good man. He was certainly a good enough decker to acquire a trace on Moebius, though he never succeeded. Moebius has done a couple of odd things, though, that I will be examining in the near future; somehow, and for some reason, the system executed a utility sequence similar to that one I used on the dying William 6174. I do not pretend to understand; but I will be finding out. Let me know if he has any dependants; I may, at my discretion, provide for their welfare.]<<<<< -- The Dead Decker (14:37:05/9-20-54) *****ENCRYPT THETA XI BETA Slash_MPCP***** >>>>>[ AJ's been nabbed?! FRAG! There's probably n n`thin' I ken do...yet! Oh, DREK! *sigh of resignation* As fer yer questions...The Time Stalkers an' I've taken a look at th' dagger...tis a weapon's focus, of some fairly high force. MercurIan an' Lady Nightwind were watchin' th' report...they've come ta a conlusion, an' Slicke feels he has ta agree-- th' extractions were attempted by Tir Paladins. Tha's all there is ta it...hoop-fraggin' _Tir Paladins_, Slash, m' boy! Looks like I've got m'self in GOOD, this time, don't it?! Ha... I was startin' ta get bored, anyway...*weak, unconvincing grin* Look, I've got some stuff I gotta take care a', in pretty short order. I'll be leavin' Cal-Free, fer a SHORT span, anyway...Roxey'll be FINE. Nightwind an' Gypsy're takin' _wonderful_ care a her...jus' like they did _me_, in years past. I've informed them a what she's been thru. They've dealt wi' it, often enough, thru Vann Hinlon House...an', well...Slicke's been thru it, too! Tha's why he was so understandin', when he drug ME offa' th' streets...she'll be FINE, REALLY... Look, term, I gota' go...so ka? Be seein' ya in th' Shadows...]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[Frag it! Frag it! Frag it! Sorry 'bout storming out like that guys. I had to think, figure out what to say . . . I decided to come clean. Its hard to do --- I'm afraid I'm to blame for this . . . you'll see what I mean. You know the expression "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree". Well that, unfortunately applies to me. Remember, a few decades back, there was this gang called The Femme Fatales. Real slick hot babes who specialized in bodyguard and "escort" and Seduction-Assasination, did a little shadowwork on the side. Well, my mom is The LYNx --- YES THE LYNx (notice the resemblence The LYNx -> KHANx) -- the founder of the gang. Apparently she was bodyguarding an street operator named Ace. They fell in love, mom got pregnant. Marriage was scheduled. Acer got leaked. Mom decided to have the baby anyways. She retired from shadowork, took her money bought a small used cyberware store. She decided to go full ligit, be the totally norm middle-class mom. I was born 7 months later. She decided I was going to grow up and be a sarariman. Live a normal life. But the genes were against her -- my talent was in shadowwork. So she pulled some strings and got me a full recruitment in Orbital Intelligence. I was doing very well until they framed me. I went dirtside. The rest you guys know. I'll have part two in a sec. Got to organize my thoughts.]<<<<< -- KHANx (12:11:45/9.20.54) >>>>>[no...no...NO!!!!!! He CANNA Be gone, I won't believe it!]<<<<< --Link Terminated-- >>>>>[Max, where are you going...MAX???!!!!! Max, just left without his crutch, with Bloodtooth and the freshly healed Dragon in tow...Do any of you out there know where they're going?]<<<<< --Firefox (15:23:54 EDT/09:20:54) >>>>>[Dimitri -- you apparently know as much of Tir Tairnguire politics as I do of, say, the mating habits of deep-sea vent tube-worms. To explain in brief what you should have learned by age six: There is the Ruling Council/High Council -- what, ten? Eleven Princes? And, of course, Lugh Surehand, the High Prince. THEY are the true power in the Tir. All national policy is effectively decided by this board, most (if not all) major laws are passed by these humanoids. There is the Council of Princes -- in Tir Tairnguire, there are somewhere in the realm of 200 'Princes' of the land, and they have their own Council in which they get together and curse over what's been happening. Suggestions that pass this general council are forwarded to the High Council, which will take them into consideration. These are those persons of 'Royal' rank. There are those of Ducal rank -- I, myself, am a Duke, merely because being a Prince would have been inconvenient at the time. I intend on pressing for Royal ranking in the Rituals in '57 -- merely because I can do so, and because certain persons could use some impressing. The Dukes are many. There are other rankings below Ducal -- I do not recall them offhand. Prince Solariel is of Royal ranking, and will always remain so, so far as the Council of Princes is concerned -- he will always have a seat on said board. If, by some twist of fate, he participates in the Rites in, say, '57 or any other year, and loses his Royal ranking, he will .still. have a seat on the Council of Princes -- but he will have no official vote. He will be able to speak, to advise, but he will not be able to cast his opinion in the form of a ballot. Now, Dimitri -- do you understand? For 'knowing more than anyone of my social rank' you know remarkably little. You are ill-taught, poorly mannered, and you have the tact of a CAS Stonewall. If you care to find out about 'the Baby Dragon Incident', well -- go speak with Ouroboros -- he is currently working on Solariel's admittedly well-crafted armor. Oh, and Dimitri? You aren't of .any. rank yet, eh? Not until you pass your first Rite....]<<<<< -- Cat (Who Walks/Through All) >>>>>[ 'Ello, chummers! This, once again, is the B-Team at your service, now safely sequestered at a completely untraceable location, though we've managed to punch this satellite link through. We're back together at last, and we'll most likely be on our way with our parters in crime soon. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ No kidding. They've given us enough flak about takin' up space in their waitin' room... ]<<<<< --Kaneda (Loud is good/Fast is better) >>>>>[ Hey, =You= were the one playing in the Hyperbaric Oxygen Chamber with Moonwalker. The poor child looks in terrible shape; you can hardly see his face for the neck and nose braces, and I understand they had to tear out all his headware while they were at it.]<<<<< --Vixen (12:16:31/09-20-93) >>>>>[ They assure me that he'll make a full recovery in time. And don't worry yourself about his chosen profession; the lad's gotten the best replacement parts that money could buy. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[ An' then, he gotta try them out, an' he nearly gets brainfry. it's a good thing we took his deck away...Hey mon, what does this button do? >>MATRIX LINK TERMINATED<< ]<<<<< --Ralph (AWOOOOOO/Werewolves of London) >>>>>[Actually, yes -- kill him. And make it look .good.]<<<<< -- Cat (Who Walks/Through All) >>>>>[ Oh, dear! Do ANY o' ya know what's wrong wi' Sean Cullen? He was reading o`er some posts, when, suddenly, he let out a shout, jacked himself out, rather .abruptly., an' .took off.! He seemed ta be .terribly. upset... I don't think he'd be wi' Roxey, right now...he wouldn't want ta upset .her. again. Where DID he get ta?]<<<<< -Gypsy <15:07:36/0-20-54> >>>>>[ I just checked th' posts out, dear! Seems tha'...lessee...hmmm...oh, DREK! This'll be likely ta annoy Q.S.! It seems tha' Dr. Jackson has been ARRESTED...by INTERPOL...an' will be brought before the court, for arraignment, sometime t'morrow! Frag! He was SUCH a charmin' fellow, too! Pity...*sigh* Wha' ELSE...he was too upset, for tha' ta be IT! OH...NO....]<<<<< -The Lady Nightwind <15:10:56/09-20-54> >>>>>[ WHAT, Shaney!?! What'd ya find, dear? ]<<<<< -Gypsy <15:12:21/09-20-54> >>>>>[ C.B. jus' posted some TRAGIC news...it seems tha' CRAIG...*deep breath* is...DEAD....]<<<<< -The Lady Nightwind <15:13:47/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Well, now....THAT would do it! Oh, LORD! I .really. think he's going ta need someone ta talk ta! I'll go find Slicke...maybe HE ken get thru ta the poor laddie. Poor Sean Cullen, he and Craig were pretty close...this must've hit him .terribly. hard...and, poor SPIRIT! They were such a LOVELY couple... we MUST send our condolences, Shaney! ]<<<<< -Gypsy <15:16:23/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Right on it, Meaghen...ya take care a' Culley! He's gonna be a real basket case, after all tha's ALREADY been goin' on! ]<<<<< -The Lady Nightwind <15:19:43/09-20-54> <>>>>[I'm in sort of a muddle here. I need to go back a bit in history before going on. Two years after I was born, mom had a daughter - my sister. The mom absolutely would not discuss either of our fathers -- so we never found out who they reall y were. We grew up together, believing mom to be the owner of a used cyberwear shop, fairly mundane stuff. But just as my genes expressed themselves, so did my sisters -- even more so. Not only was she talented in shadowwork, but a mage to boot. When I got my commision at Orbital, my sister got a recruitment offer from Aztechnology, for there special ops dept. I thought mom would be happy, after all sister was getting a cushy wagemage jod at a megacorp -- but no. Mom was angry as a Fury. Told sis to dump Aztechnology. But sis said no and jumped the family ship. The next few years were very rough between all of us. Meanwhile, I was at Orbital, and being snoopy I looked into mom's file. Boy, was that surprise. My mom, The LYNx. I confronted her with the info, and she admitted it. In addition, she told me that she believed my father, Ace, was working for Aztechnology on some big assignment. When he finished the double- crossed him and leaked him - 'cause he knew too much. She swore to get revenge. I took that in stride, mom was too small, Aztech to big. Apparently I was wrong . She waited twenty six years but . . . Well, here's the story I have so far. Mom found out what Aztechnology was up to . Somehow, years ago, she infiltrated Aztechnology. Became there perfect operative, biding her time until she could get back at them. This vase thing was perfect for her plans. Mom was an Aztechnology agent with her own agenda. Recently, she called me to tell me she was coming to Seattle for something important. That made me nervous, I asked why, she responded "I have a reason, your friend FraterNay will tell you". Then boom, everything went wrong. Now I know why. My sisters name was Marina. At Aztechnology she became a major oparat or. Eventually big enough to tamper with her own files and get herself a new history. Now her codename is "Bloody Mari"]<<<<< -- KHANx (12:55:50:9.20>54) >>>>>[So basicly thats the story Focus crew. I know I should have come clean earlier, now everythings a mess, and its my fault. One good thing though, I do know, am absolutely sure, that FraterNay is alive and at least in OK condition. We got to move. And I want info now. We got to pull this thing down. No, I don't want any sleeping pills. I don't care if I haven't been getting enough sleep. How do you think I know FraterNay is alright ?!?!? Yes, thats right, through dreams . . . . . None of your business what was in the dreams - nothing relating to this 'run. Trust me, nothing in those dreams are any help . . . . I'd rather not talk 'bout it . . . really.]<<<<< -- KHANx (13:05:30/9.20.54) >>>>>[Etsy, I do appreciate the offer. You have my respect, as to your tone and means, but I do not know your ends -- so I shall stay independent. Since we seem to have helped each other, I'd say we are even - no debts either way. Lets leave it at that for now. As for you Dimitri, listen to Cat ( a respected noble), and my good comrade and Arch-nemisis The Wyrm "Ouro". Both are quite correct. And don't be too confident. I did not get to where I am today by vegetating. I fought my way up, I am not going to be defeated by one like you. Dead Wyrm, are you still seeking to cause my downfall ? I think you a better oponent than anybody. We shall match wits. NodeFairie, SpotOn, NightShade, Doomsday, I see you are all doing well. I'm pleased. Slash, I make you an offer ****DIPLOENCRYPT*** I will have a request by Interpol to attend AJ's trial. I get Diplomatic Status. I.e. I can bring an entourage and several bags that can't be searched or held or detained. I will also be getting seats close to the AJ, as befits a Tir Royal. I could smuggle several items in. I could help break AJ out. I have Special Access to the buildings. I can help you. Why ? Because as I said before, I did not want AJ caught - I only wanted to use him as a tool, a step up. I don't want your or AJ's friends malice. I'll do this deed for your goodwill. What do you say?****]<<<<< -- Lord Solariel (13:30:17/9.20.54) >>>>>[Ms. Lee, here's what I got so far. I contacted Ed Harrison at Zap Media, to see what he knows. He told me that Mr. Beaumonts disappearence isbeing considered a suicide. Although from the deatails I find this laughable. He's rather a corrupt individual, who probably knows more than hes telling. I'll have tro speak with him again. I also contacted Lone Star to at least get the inside information, as of yet no response. I checked out Mr. Beaumont's apartment. He has been gone a long time. Dead plants and rotted food in the fridge. Exactly when did Mr. Beaumont disappear ? Mr. Beaumont apparently had a varied sex life as well, that might have been the hook that got him into trouble. Whoever, vanished him may have used sex as the bait. Were you and he involved ? Do you know who he was currently involved with ? I also am getting his comp deck analyzed, there must be some info on it. We'll see what that yeilds. Ms. Lee, I have a feeling your not telling me everything. Please be more forth- coming with information -- otherwise I cannot do my job efficiently. ***Spice&Dice** Spice, I'd be happy to have you along on this one. A mage part- ner is always a edge I like to have. We'll meet at the Club P tonight. Tell you what I got so far.****]<<<<< -- NightShade (14:08:57/9.20.54) >>>>>[Wow what a nigh'. I am jus' now recov'ing fro' tha' firefi'ht. I am glad tha' we sav'd Roxey. I hope tha' Rox and Nex ar' a'right. I 'ave jus' caught th' posts as ta wher' Nex is an' wha' 'e is doin. Slash, I giv' all m' support to ya and AJ. I hope th' best comes outta tha situation. Sin' it looks like Nex went ou' aftre the story about CRUSH, I wou' like ta know who 'e was.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend) (17:15:10/09:20:54 >>>>>[ CRUSSHHH, whooo wasth CRUSSHH?? *burp* Well I'll tell ya. He was the biggest strongest Dumberest Lug of a Trog that EVER lived. He was like a brick wall, he filled corridorss like one and was about as shmart. He wash one o' the best drinkin' buddies a Rigger could ever h-ha-halfv. He wash a great houshpan to hish wife Shpirit *BURP* *hickup*. And a great friend to all the people shmaller than him,...., which wash about everybody. The best thing about him though *GLUG* *GLUG* *GLUG* wash, WASH.... waaaasssshhhhh. !@^%$#%$%& <> ]<<<<< --Lister <14:43:23/09-20-54> >>>>>[Oh my God! Belle's down! I got her to the hospital, though. She's pretty seriously wounded; I don't know if she'll make it or not. We were playing cat&mouse with the goons Ganz sent after us. From one safe house to another we went, shortening or cred balance each time. Then, our accounts got frozen, both for our fake IDs and my real one. . .actually, all my cash got transferred to Hank's account! (Bastard) Anyway, we bartered the credsticks for cash and starting camping in the van. . .which can be really disturbing with a corpse in it. We're keeping the body on ice until we can have a less harried ripperdoc look at it. Anyway, things were going fine until they caught us napping at Murakami State Park last night. We blazed outta there with two cycles and a Westwind on our tail. The Westwind opened up with twin LMGs that pretty much tore the van's tires apart. I spun it around bootlegger style and Belle tossed a grenade at the car, forcing it to swerve about and teeter over a cliff edge. Hunkered down in the van, we traded shots with the cycles as they wheeled around us like vultures. They dismounted and approached from opposite sides. I heard them attach something to the side. Belle picked up her hunting rifle and fired THROUGH THE WALL OF THE VAN and apparently hit the guy somewhere special (I don't know for sure). Then she got out, climbed over the top of the van, and waylaid the guy on the other side. Then a burst rang out from the teeter car. Smacked her square in the chest. She fell back against the van. I floored the van and toddled toward them (I love what you do for me, Toyota, especially 4WD!) and nudged them over the cliff. After that I slapped a bunch of patches on the Belle and followed the Medkit's instructions, and lumbered back to the nearest hospital. Then I thought of the police. I dragged Belle into the hospital and then dashed bak out, claiming there was another body. Once in the van I limped away and did some other things I'm not going to disclose here. I just hope Belle will be OK.]<<<<< -- Mind Throttle <18:18:39/9-20-54> >>>>>[ I am sorry that he is gone. I but met him briefly, but found him emminately enjoyable. Too bad there is no one left to play Kick the Americar. *sniff* So long friend, and may your voyage be pleasant.]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[ Who did it? Who did the unmentionable act? Who was the smart jack that reactivated the cursed-hell-spawned- son-of-an-electron-glitch toaster? Not again. Not that! Frag the machine. Find it. Destroy it. Scatter what pieces you can find afterwards. Just kill the damnable toaster!]<<<<< -Harlequin >>>>>[My brother, Max (aka Buzz) is turning 31 on the 23rd, would anyone want to host a birthday party for him? I want it to be a surprise so we can't hold it here, and he is out for the moment with Dragon and Bloodtooth (what a hunk.). He's been under a lot of stress, so will someone, PLEASE, host it? I and my other brother Carl will be grateful.]<<<<< --Firefox (21:02:31 EDT/09:20:54) >>>>>[Oh my gods...Oh Spirit, I'm so sorry...I-]<<<<< -- Cat Dancing <21:29:58/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Howdy, Doody Doodly-doo. Did I hear someone mentions TOAST!!! It seems from the date that I have missed a lot of time, so I, your wonderful breakfast companion, am making toast as quickly as I can to make up for this toast defficency. I plan on having over 200 pieces of toast made to make up for this serious lack in the most important of the four basic food groups!! So hurry up before it gets cold!!!]<<<<< --Talkie <18:35:23/09-20-54> Magna-Tech toaster #17 owner: Craig William Morgan III >>>>>[ AH SHMEG!!! who meshioned toast!!! You shshould know not ta mention that word. Shpirit hooked up the T(word) to the automated systems, and it shomething really funny. It hash a connection to the matricsh through the household integrated shyshtemsh *hick*. And we can't kill it one because it would kill the resht of the houshehold shyshtemsh. Alsho it wash one of CRUSHes FAVORite thingsh, sho Shpirit would kill ush if we touch it. *GLUG* Sho who ever it wash that mentioned that word can come over here and help eat all thish junk. Bring your own booze to, caush I am almosht out. Hey !!! and if you can bring a one-handed bottle opener, itsh damn hard to pry corksh out with your teeth and only one hand!! *Hick* *GLug*]<<<<< --Lister <18:40:13/09-20-54> >>>>>[ Wow, I really should read my mail more often, I seem to be getting a lot more of it. Let me clear up this minor misuderstanding before anything serious happens because of it. Solariel, I did not believe, nor do I yet, that I was trying to "defeat you". I will admit that I was mistaken in that you are a Prince, it is the title Lord which you use that had me confused, and for this I will apologize Prince Solariel. Mostly though I was confused over your choice of terminology, which I believe is where our whole conflict began. So I do most humbly offer my apology to you as compensation for any harm my misunderstanding might have caused to you and your honor.]<<<<< --Dimitri <19:58:34/09-20-54> >>>>>[ To Mrs. Wendy Morgan, otherwise known as Spirit, widow of the most recently dearly departed Craig W. Morgon, III: Meine Dame, you have my deepest condolences regarding your recent loss. CRUSH was a loyal, direct, and honest man, possessant of a simple personality which endeared him to many. He shall be sorely missed. ]<<<<< -- Doctor Doom <22:29:48/20-SEP-54> >>>>>[ (I hope this comes out all right, I'm still in a bit of shock) Spirit, I guess I speak for all of us when I say we'll miss him.]<<<<< -- Hangtime <22:29:59/09-20-54> >>>>>[KHANx: If I understand things correctly, this is the situation: Millhaus stole your sister's husband. Millhaus is out to get your sister. Your Mom is out to get Aztechnology. Aztechnology is _sponsoring_ Millhaus. You're having wet dreams.]<<<<< -- Kendra <22:39:57/09-20-54> >>>>>[Ah no, not him, not CRUSH......To all those who were with him, I am so sorry. He was a bonnie lad, and I'm going to miss him terribly. Spirit....ah, Spirit, I guess there's not much to say, is there? We'll all miss him. I-*choke* *ahem* never mind. Lister: I've got two bottles of really old Scotch that I'd been saving for a happier occasion, but I think they'd make a bonnie start of easing the pain in an alcholic haze. Interested.?]<<<<< --Highlander (0:26:31/9-21-54) >>>>>[I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. I'll miss him. . . excpet that, I'm sorry, but something tells me he's not gone forever.]<<<<< -- Jaez <03:12:23/9-21-54> >>>>>[JAEZ! You'll upset Spirit! Just say your piece and let her put him behind her.]<<<<< -- RAMboy <03:13:21/9-21-54> >>>>>[Call it intuition, boy. Crush is not dead.]<<<<< -- Jaez <03:14:38/9-21-54> >>>>>[I know that initially some of you might question what I'm doing here. I miss Crush. All of us who knew him do. But rather than dwell on his disappearance (I refuse to say death) let us remember the good times he brought us, as well as share his memory with the uninitiated. I have dug up a transcript of his that I loved enough to keep. Everytime I think of Crush, I thinkof this post he made last Spring. I hope you all enjoy it in the manner it is intended. *****Include Crush Humor CRUSH BACK!!! CRUSH had fun week. CRUSH went on two behemoth hunts. CRUSH went to wedding that almost got rained on. CRUSH went to Disney World where little kids thought CRUSH was Beast, CRUSH not Beast, CRUSH have one horn not none. CRUSH got to watch Nightfox get plane- sick. CRUSH brought back lots of behemoth so that CRUSH can have party and invite friends. CRUSH think CRUSH should tell about fun behemoth hunt. CRUSH tell friends that CRUSH going to go hunt behemoths. They tell CRUSH not to go, behemoths are dangerous and CRUSH never been in swamp. CRUSH say not worry, CRUSH big boy and can take care of self. Sheena then tell CRUSH to at least help CRUSH pack. Sheena make sure CRUSH have Flares if CRUSH get into trouble. Sheena then give CRUSH grapplegun to use to drag behemoth. CRUSH take along Panther cannon and also Enfield to use as pistol. CRUSH fill up back pack with snack for when CRUSH get hungry. CRUSH also have big canoe and trusty axe 'Wally'. CRUSH leave into swamp. CRUSH go for about half hour till CRUSH get hungry. CRUSH eat half of snacks then think CRUSH should save some for later. After CRUSH done eating CRUSH go on. CRUSH think hear something so CRUSH stop and stand to get better view, not good idea, CRUSH fall through canoe. CRUSH lose favorite Panther cannon. CRUSH also loose snacks, CRUSHthink CRUSH should have eatin all at once. CRUSH decide maybe CRUSH should go back to house to get more food. CRUSH start walk along. CRUSH notice after while that CRUSH hasn't made much progress in last 2 minutes. CRUSH look down, CRUSH sinking in to ground. Uh-oh CRUSH think CRUSH in quick-sand. CRUSH wonder what NEAL ORK BARBARIAN would do. Little later after quick- sand up to waist CRUSH think find a vine, that what NIEL would do. No luck for CRUSH, no vine. Maybe time to use flare, so CRUSH reach do to get flare. Oops wrong side, CRUSH got grapplegun instead. Now where CRUSH put flare?. Wait second!!!, CRUSH use grapplegun as vine!!!. SO CRUSH no use flare instead use grapple gun. CRUSH safe on dry land. CRUSH head back to house again. CRUSH get fish in boot so CRUSH stop and sit on log to remove fish. Suddenly log rise up and throw CRUSH off. Log not Log, log is Behemoth! Behemoth try bite CRUSH, CRUSH make it think not do that, CRUSH bop behemoth on nose. Behemoth stop, behemoth surprised. Behemoth bite at CRUSH again, CRUSH leap out of way. CRUSH now not having fun, behemoth making CRUSH angry. CRUSH take out 'Wally'. Behemoth attack CRUSH again, try bite CRUSH. CRUSH hold mouth open. Not good idea, behemoth have bad breath and is strong too, CRUSH nearly lose pinky. CRUSH decide CRUSH had enough, CRUSH punch behemoth. CRUSH notice that it hurt CRUSH more than behemoth. CRUSH decide on different plan. CRUSH go to side of behemoth and swing at neck. CRUSH slip in mud. Behemoth step on CRUSH leg. CRUSH pissed, CRUSH chop behemoth head off. Behemoth fall on CRUSH. Little later CRUSH able to push dead body off. CRUSH look 'round behemoth head gone. Oh well, CRUSH think, it was ugly anyway. CRUSH notice that behemoth is really big, bigger than CRUSH. Gonna be hard to carry on shoulder, CRUSH decide to drag instead. After about two hours CRUSH make back to house. Behemoth make great barbecue, CRUSH actually get full. After Disney World go hunting again, this time CRUSH just chop every log CRUSH come upon. After 20 logs CRUSH find log that hit back. CRUSH chop off another head. This one closer to house so take CRUSH only hour to get back. CRUSH got go now, talk of food make CRUSH hungry again. CRUSH go have 3 Behemoth Burgers. CRUSH tell more of trip when CRUSH done eating]<<<<< -CRUSH<15:49:34/03-22-54> *****End Include]<<<<< --Jaez <03:37:21/9-21-54> >>>>>[ CRUSH was a great warrior, he had a big heart and an endless supply of courage, he was free of the petty schemes that plague our lives, he lived life as he saw fit, always caring and always gentle even though he even towered over me. His loss is great and will be felt for a long time to come, gone is one whose innocence and good will served to inspire great acts of courage and kindness in others. CRUSH will be sorely missed. ]<<<<< -Punisher (11:15:32/9.21.54) >>>>>[ Denziens of shadowland, I propose that some form of permanent memorial be erected for CRUSH least we should ever forget this great man's good heart. He was an inspiration to us all and should continue to be so. ]<<<<< -Punisher (11:19:49/9.21.54) *****Encrypt MPCP Spirit (Courtesy IBA) >>>>>[ Spirit, my feelings are with you in this time of grief, I say so for all the members of my team and I'm sure when those of my associates can put their present troubles aside that they will offer their own condolences. ]<<<<< -Punisher (11:22:46/9.21.54) >>>>>[People die, kids. Life goes on. Some day, you're gonna die too -- yeah, even you elves, even me. Maybe he was a good man, maybe he wasn't worth the spit in his mouth; I don't know, I never met CRUSH. Sounds like he died for something he wanted, namely the survival of his friends... but he's dead. Cope, and go on, overmourning allows people like H. Ganz and Solariel get three steps ahead of you instead of the one they already are.]<<<<< -- Thanatos (6:31:46/9-21-54) >>>>>[Hey, Cat, you're respected?]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[I must be; I was Ambassador to Tir Nan Og between May 2052 and November 2053. It would seem that that counts for something.]<<<<< -- Cat (Who Walks/Through All) >>>>>[Well, yeah, but I was a 'special envoy' to those neo-Irish elves .twice.]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[So you could break into their systems. I saw the results of those 'missions' -- those were just high-paying high-class low-profile shadow- runs.]<<<<< -- Cat (Who Walks/Through All) >>>>>[Well, yeah.... hey, look! I'm an 'Arch-Nemesis'!! Cool, I thought that was only in trids and stuff. Heck, last time I tripped a 'Neil the Ork Barbarian' sim, he had at least four. And yeah, Solariel, I'm still toying with the concept of bringing you down. Hey, give it a month or five -- it takes time to create a work of Art.]<<<<< -- The (Dead) Wyrm Ouroboros (Here I'm not!/Nyah-Nyah-Nyah) >>>>>[ Nige, where are you? I am faced with a problem and I am afraid that I am not able to solve it alone. This means, unfortunately, I need your help, well your French actually. If you are sober enough to drive, then get over to my shop as quickly as possible. If not just tell me where you are and I will come and drag you out of there. This is an emergency. ]<<<<< -- Snow (15:04:10/21-09-54) >>>>>[Thanatos, get a life, drekhead. Some of us are only human. Others have offered condolences with far more eloquence than I can muster, so all I'll say is, rest in peace, Craig. Ps, thanks, Jaez. That was well worth remembering.]<<<<< -- Raven <**:**:**/**-**-**> >>>>>[ Thankyou Sir Nightshade, I think I agree with you, suicide is not something that dear, dear David would contemplate. But he said he was faithful to me, only to me, yet you claim his sex life was varied ? How many were there before me ? He claimed I was his only one. I cannot believe that he would lie to me, yes I was deeply in love with him, but then he just disappeared. But Nightshade, you ask me for more information, I told you everything that I know. He brought me evidence of atrocities where he was working and was going to get more, but then he just vanished. I would offer you more information Nightshade but I really have no more, good luck and contact me here when you have more information.]<<<<< -Miranda L (15:49:04/9.21.54) >>>>>[ Nightshade, assasin, thief and shadowrunner. You are looking I understand for one David Beaumont, an ex-employee of the Agrigen corp. We may be able to do a deal, I can get you the information I know if you let me know what you know and what's more I want to know what your interest is in David Beaumont. Just to let you know that my intentions are honourable, I will tell you this for nothing. We have found Mr Beaumont's car and the circumstances make it look as though he may have committed suicide. Now it's your turn Nightshade, if you don't play ball and you insist on interfering in police matters you can guarantee that I'll arrest you. ]<<<<< -Sgt. Vaughan Jackson (16:00:50/9.21.54) Lonestar Missing Perons Beureau >>>>>[ Huh? ]<<<<< -- Bunker <16:54:07/9-21-54> >>>>>[ Whoa... Let me get this straight. KHANx, you who I have called chummer, who has saved my grizzled old butt as many times as I have saved his... Man, lemme think for a minute. No offense, chummer, but I've been doin' the nasty with Aztechnology for over 20 years now. I don't know what to think about half your family bein' Azzie plants. Don't get me wrong, I'm still on your side, and I'm more than ready to get it on with these Amazonian chumps. It's just gonna take a little gettin' used to. I mean, your sister is one powerful biz-wiz. She toasted me and Bill's Land-Rover like it was a marshmallow. All I distinctly remember is her eyes. They seemed like they were glowing, but it was probably just a side- effect of all the magic she was slingin' around. As for mom... wow. Anyway, don't worry about ol' Prophet. I'll do just fine. Bunker, prep the gear now. You know the drill. This'll be just like old times ]<<<<< -- Prophet <17:04:44/9-21-54> >>>>>[ Proph, this IS old times for you! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! OW! ]<<<<< -- Bunker <17:06:01/9-21-54> >>>>>[ Nightshade, yeah I guess you are right. I just saw Miranda's message, but it's not just that. The man seemed too happy, even if he did have some ahem... varied sexual practices. He just does not seem like the type to commit suicide, I say we go back to Ed, he should have some more info. Maybe we should bend his fingers instead of trying to bribe him .. N'est'pas ? Ohh... wait a moment, I see that the policeman you were trying to contact has got back to us. What fo you reckon ? I don't like the idea of working with the police too much, and this Monsieur seems to have some hidden threats. I think his car may be worth checking out though, maybe if we can get the loaction of where it was found and have a look around the area N'est'pas ?]<<<<< -Spice (16:12:31/9.21.54) >>>>>[ Yeah Snow, wot the bleedin' frag do you want wiv me now? I'm occupied at the *burrp* moment. ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:18:00 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Drinking again are we Nige? Who was it this time, blonde, brunette, or redhead? Human, Elf or Ork? Look it is important and I just do not have the time to argue with you. Are you in a fit state to drive? ]<<<<< -- Snow <17:20:44 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Null persperation chummer *hic*, I am ash shober as...as... asajudge. I'll just jump in me bike an be there in seconds. ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:22:14 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Wait a minute Nige, you are not to go anywhere. ]<<<<< -- Snow <17:23:25 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Jusht where am I shupposhed to go anyway? ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:24:35 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Look, you are not to move, I will come over and pick you up, now where in Seattle are you? Dunbhead can take care of our guest.]<<<<< -- Snow <17:26:02 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ I am in me normal place mate, you jus have t-to come in an you will fin me. WAIT A MINUTE, DID YOU SAY DUMBHEAD? ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:27:35 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ That is right, I did, he is, as normal, the catalyst which set off the chain of events which lead me to have to contact you.]<<<<< -- Snow <17:28:55 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Could I 'ave that in plain english mate? ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:30:10 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ I said, it is beacause of Dumbhead that I had to fragging contact a drekhead like you. ]<<<<< -- Snow <17:31:48 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ What 'ave I just got meself into? ]<<<<< -- Nige <17:33:15 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[ Good question, I would like to know myself. See you in 30.]<<<<< -- Snow <17:34:22 / 21-09-54> >>>>>[Hey, Nige due! Could you help the rest of us with the French. Seems the node isn't translating for us, and the skips we can get in Seattle are about as hot as Penguins in cryo.]<<<<< --RAMboy <12:19:22/9-21-54> >>>>>[ CRUSH took the express lanes ta' everlastin? That really bites, man. I mean, really seriously bites the big hairy banana.]<<<<< --Kaneda (Loud is good/Fast is better) >>>>>[ Kaneda, as usual, you display the tact and grace of a speeding anvil. However, I echo the sentiment. ]<<<<< --Blindside (Now you see it.../...Now you don't) >>>>>[Dimitri, I accept your apology. You are indeed a chivalrous and wise individual. Young Turks like you will revolutionize the Tir. I look forward to your Ascension. To explain my position, I should refer you to what is called the "working" Council of Princes. This consists of all the regular voting members, plus Adviser Princes - who sit in, observe, advise in areas of their expertise, can argue (with the High Prince's permission), but cannot vote. These positions are also for life. It is too this class of Prince that I have ascended. Wyrm, Cat, I find you both to be quite amusing. Cat, as ever, you have my respect -- we could work together you know. Wyrm, I await your masterpiece as I would await a new Raphael Maddona. To match wits with you is as adrenilin in my blood. But watch out - this panther stalks as well. As a token of respect, I submit to you a present ***PresentWyrm ***. I'm sure you'll apreciate the irony.]<<<<< -- Prince Solarial (11:17:09/9.21.54) >>>>>[ Sorry I.B.A. I've been sworn to never ever reveal what happened. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <11:32:25/09-21-54> ***** Encrypt: I.B.A. MPCP only >>>>>[ Don't even ask again. Raven will give me hell if any of this gets out. All I can say is it was a "very" revealing experience.]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <11:33:58/09-21-54> >>>>>[OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx Kendra. Could you possibly make it more painful. I really didn't quite feel close enough to fatal shock. In summation, you have it very close. As far as I can figure you're right. BUT, there are still some missing pieces. Alot of missing pieces. Prophet, what can I say to you chummer, you don't get to chose family - or their goals. I'm not an Azzie fan either - but what can I do. I'm glad I still got your trust - thats important. Bunker, Prophet's right. Time to get the equipment prepared. Kendra's given me some info that pinpoint's FraterNay. No word yet on mom or sis. I'm afraid for FraterNay, we can't leave her in there --- if we got nothing on mom by the time we map out this run --- well, I owe FraterNay my life, I'm not going to let them torture her further. Mom bore me, raised me, taught me, but I don't know if she was capable of loving anyone after Ace died - including me. FraterNay is a friend, more than that, when you 'run with someone you entrust your life to them, thats why you chummers are my real family. FraterNay was my closest relation spiritually. FraterNay . . . she . . . she has to come first]<<<<< -- KHANx (11:29:38/9.21.54) >>>>>[So Bunker, noticed a few greys on your head -- how old are you ? Look, guys, either way we pull this its going to sting, someones getting the push, but hey it wasn't a waste -- the fruit wown here in Aztlan is great.]<<<< -- Stryker (11:32:21/9.21.54) >>>>>[Will you stop with the fraggin' fruit already . . I don't care how good the mangos are]<<<<< -- KHANx (11:32:56/9.21.54) >>>>>[ DAMN IT!!! That toaster is back on line! Where did I put my system corrupting programs? ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <11:37:58/09-21-54> >>>>>[ Oh Drek! Crush is dad?!? I'm sooo sorry, Spirit. He was a fine man and you two had been married for too short a time. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <11:41:38/09-21-54> >>>>>[ Spirit, I am very sorry to hear that Crush is dead. There is not really much I can say except take your time and mourn alittle. It is the only reasonable thing you can do right now. ]<<<<< -- Raven the Mage <11:44:40/09-21-54> ***** Encrypt: Circuit Breaker MPCP only >>>>>[ Hi, Circuit Breaker. I'm sorry that you guys lost Crush. Raven wants you to lay off Spirit for awhile. It's only been what, two weeks? It can often months to a year to get over the loss of a spouse. Also she says she is damn sure that you guys got some help when you got off that rock. Unless that spirit was a free one, somebody commanded it to help you. She has no idea whether that person could, would, or did try to do anything for Crush, but it is possible. Don't get your hopes up but Spirit might be right about his not being dead. Oh, don't say one word about this to Spirit. We don't need to get her hope up. So are you doing alright? I know everyone is busy saying their sorry to Spirit, but I know your under extreme pressure yourself. With your close friendship to both Crush and Spirit, you have a right to mourn also. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <11:54:03/09-21-54> >>>>>[ Doctor Doom: I'll take Ganz number 4 for 100 nuyen. ]<<<<< -- Nightstalker <12:13:38/09-21-54> *****Encrypt AJRescue Slash >>>>>[Slash, we gotta he'p AJ outta 'is troub'e. I migh' be able ta play a fe' car's in thi' matter. i happen ta know a secretary in Interpol who owes me a fe' favours see'g tha I sav'd 'er life a whil' back. I migh' be abl' ta ge' 'er help on this. I migh' be abl' ta fin' a way in ta sav' our friend AJ. Ne'er hur's ta try. Get in touch w' me if ya got an'ot'r ideas on it.]<<<<< -- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend) (15:58:53/09:21:54) >>>>>[Buzz, Bloodtooth, and Dragon returned just a little while ago, all three of them are EXTREMELY drunk. Bloodtooth has been muttering something about a curse on his gifts to Spirit and Crush that killed his family. Do any of you know what is going on with the three of them?]<<<<< --Gunney (16:12:42 EDT/09:21:54) >>>>>[We losst a goood frriend....that'ss all...Oooooh my head.]<<<<< --Buzz (has a major headache.) >>>>>[ Highlander my good scotish friend, I would be highly greatful if you and your woundeful scotch cam over. They would help dull the pain of loosing CRUSH and my hand. It would also help to relieve this horrible hang-over that I have. So please make it over as quick as you can, and we'll so just who is more rediculouse when plastered.]<<<<< --Lister <14:17:27/09-21-54> >>>>>[ Wendy...dear GAWD! WHA' ken I SAY?! *sniff* Craig....*deep breath* Craig was one a m' best friends. Yeah, I KNOW...I didnna know him, tha' long! But, he...*sigh* he understood m' pain...m' problems! An', he NE`R _once_ let m' wallow in m' damnedable SELF-PITY...huh! *grin* *sniff* Ya know...he taught m' A LOT! He taught m' ta trust...NOT jus' in others...but, in M'SELF! He helped m' regain some thin's tha' I'd lost, LONG ago...thin's tha' I thought were gone _fere`er_! M' hope...m' trust...*sigh* m' DIGNITY! *sniff* Ya know... I used ta HATE Trolls! Hated em with a PASSION! *sigh* THEN...I met CRUSH! *fond smile* Craig made m' r`lise tha'...with all m' HATRED...I twasn't any better than those faggit faerie biggots, back on Th' Isles! An'...he helped m' ACCEPT wha' I am! Ta STOP _hatin'_ m'self, fer bein' Elven! `Cause, FRAG, there ain't _nothin'_ I ken do `bout it, anyway, right? Yeah, Wendy-luv, Craig taught m' A LOT! *sniff* An', I loved him, like a BROTHER...fer it! I...I jus' canna' BELIEVE tha' he's GONE! Not THIS way! I... *sob* OH, GAWD, Wendy! I'm SO sorry! If there's ANYthin' I ken DO...anythin', at ALL! Lass, jus'...lemme KNOW, will ya? I MEAN tha'...ya KNOW I DO! ]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[ Oh...an'...ah...th' next BEHEMOTH I come across: it gets NAILED....fer CRAIG! *sad smile* ]<<<<< -THE Nexus >>>>>[ Ya know, folks...I'll be back in town, fer a bit. An'...uh...I think we oughtta' *sniff* oughtta' have a right proper WAKE, fer th' lad! YEAH....a WAKE! CRUSH woulda' WANTED it, tha' way! *sniff* ]<<<<< -THE Nexus