SLA Chronicles

Promises...

2006-03-27T02:27:00.000+02:00

First a "master edit." Im sorry for breaking my promis to Mette. I said i would only make 2 post in a row... Here is the third! Forgive my prespass and ill leave it at that. I have made my own Blog for the sake of freedom. I will answer your questions and ill do so here.

The text here after are the first lines of "Fallen Angel Project" storyline. Read and follow link if you want to know more...

How did I get myself into this?

Someone said once to me. “You will know thyself through the eye of thy enemy.” Not sure if I want to know anymore about me or the world that I now guard. Not only have I seen through the eye of “Our” Mr. Slayer. I have seen through the Enemy. Even gray is a colour compared to their worlds. How small we are when they look at us. Grain of sand in the infinite desert of conflicts. Started only to end argument. The winner is still not found while we suffer at their claws. What did my enemy see? Ask Intruder…

Being taken away when all we felt was Hatred and Anger made it hard to bridge the gap started thousands of years. Not only did time make me closer to my other self and more equal, it also drove a immense wedge between us. Now looking back through his eyes I regret so many things. I lose myself in the pain of the moment… Danger waits here, at a bitter end Claws of fallen Angels.

Railroads

2006-03-08T00:19:00.000+01:00

Clever little girl. I thought there was something fishy going on. Mette got me this time. Not only will I be writing and answering your questions but she “the clever one” now uses her Blog to get information? Hmm this old master feels outsmarted.

To answer your question about Railroad Sincos: Took the question to Mette and she said. I think we want to hear the story. So given the choice they would rather hear what I have to say than go there own way. It’s never that simple as we all know. The team has known each other a long time. They trust that I will not take them anywhere they don’t wanna go. Beside they have bugged me for so long to play SLA that I think they would go along with anything I threw at them. All 18 years and ready for the harsh reality of SLA. I hope I have not disappointed. (All that play SLA with me is 18 years+)

We don’t always see things the same way. But I’m sure they don’t feel that I railroad them to the end. But sometimes I do make it crystal clear what I want. The funny thing is: “They want the same thing.” I do a lot of questions in the beginning of the campaign. What are your dreams and reality like? Where do you see yourself in the end of the road? What do you and your character want out of this? Most importantly –How BIG do you want it to be… We all know by now what they answered.
Underway I do follow up questions to see if we still are on track. (psych evaluations are good/reflective all niters works well too) I find it hard to weave all threads together. I love the challenge though. Maybe it’s the “fly by*” effect that has my players so easy to work with or as Mette said: We wanna see where it’s going. I hope it’s because they love what I can do with the tools they have given my. Remember it’s not easy to open up and tell your true dreams and wants…

Some manipulations are in order to: “Adventure here” works. “Death and dismemberment awaits this way” hmm…” That ALWAYS works. Strange!!! Most of the time it’s about reading each other. They know me by now and I know them. I have a saying: "I will never kill you… You will kill you." (Ask any of my players... players kill themselves) When you work in reverse no one need to die (before you wants them too) and it’s disruptive to the flow of the story. Most importantly its waste of my time to kill a character I have used so much time shaping into “endgame.”
By building a world that players can explore to the fullest does not mean it’s their world. It’s still mine. They get to borrow it a while and in the process ME. The ego aside the story takes care of itself if you keep the red line in the back of your mind (or a piece of paper).

Factor-X: Sometimes things happen. Well that is true about our friend Esben. He had to go to Copenhagen to study. That being on the other side of the country we said our farewells and sent him on his jolly way. I keep his character and it’s living out the story I had envisioned Esben. More about that later. Suicidal/burnout; player/characters. Can’t be helped. Sometimes you get tired of your character. Then we fix it. New character and new ideas and plots. One problem. It’s never the same. That’s why I never kill players. I do respect their choice though. Last: Plot-dodgers. I have gotten most of that behavior out of this team. But before this campaign they where horrible. Plot-dodgers are every master’s worst nightmare. A whip and a full weekend of play and they don’t “dodge” anything anymore… (bad when i use 17mm)

Hope you can use the answer.

End of Railroads…

* I’m infamous for making players feel like a plane flew by with the plot and the players left behind without a clue…

Answers!!!

2006-03-04T06:23:00.000+01:00

Mette has been pushing to get ”others” (me?) to take part in her blog. I have stated that I will not and that I will. That’s just the person I am. I don’t wanna push or overstep my welcome. I will help though and answer any question. It does seem that you all have a good insight into our story.

That leaves me with this “gift.” Should you wish to use it be careful. The Truth and Mr. Slayer kills you faster than a 17mm.
And what is this gift then? Ill will try to answer your questions as well as I can without compromise the story and with Mettes approval. I will not publish anything “official” since Nightfall owns the rights. So don’t ask for Blues stats or how fast Ion-drives are. (Im not sure I know the “truth” about the last one anyhow) I will try to answer as many questions without overwhelming the Blog. So I will take a few at a time and make 1 post with the answers. If there is no questions for me (or Mette) Ill take it as a judgement to Mettes abilities to write. If there are many… well then ill have something to do at night…

hans

Setup

2006-03-02T17:57:00.000+01:00

McVay introduces us to Setup. Their leader is Duke, he's very friendly and seem like a very supportive guy. There's also a couple of stormers; Marble and Blackeye and the usual ebon healer; Liz Armstrong (River). The pilots of "The Deluxe" (the dropship) is Kirsten Drummond and Steve Redding your average pilot geeks. And then there's a couple of on/off members of the team - two scouts/snipers for support and ... well scouting.
After a short introduction we're told that we're leaving tonight at 8 - so we just got time to pack our stuff and get going - I call Azer to tell him where we are and then I grab Red and head home to pack - my first real off world trip!
2 days later we arrive at our foldship "Orion" - I'm totally hyped and can't wait to try this - so it's a major disappointment when nothing happens - well it does - I just don't notice 'cause I'm busy feeding Red or something!
We talk a lot with the other team, they're all really friendly and tell us that McVay's a really good boss - he can be really nasty but he always pay good money and most of the BPNs are really interesting.
"The Deluxe" takes both teams to the surface of the planet and Kirsten gives us very clear instructions on what to do and how to do it - just in case and all that! Soon we're heading into a very dense forest - the two scouts are way ahead of us to see if they can spot some of our little critters. Red is eager to hunt and I sense that the rest of the team is infected by his energy and enthusiasm - this could actually be a lot of fun!
When we finally get our destination from the scouts we move out in two directions. Setup is going to catch the meanie critter and we're to catch the not so mean critter. After several hours of almost running through the woods I'm bust! I think half my hair is missing and twigs and leafs has somehow gotten under my suit! I'm just happy my suit is light - AAA is sweating like pigs...
In the middle of the night we get a call from Kirsten - she's lost her connection to The Orion and she can't seem to reestablish any kind of communication. She asks us to come back now since she doesn't know if she'll suddenly be called out to help. So we pack our stuff and sprint through dry twigs and leafs again - this is the last time I'll do a BPN like this - give me Downtown anytime!
When we arrive back at The Deluxe Kirsten is frantic - The Orion has been shot out of orbit, Sean says he noticed a bright flash on the sky earlier and we all let our eyes wander to the sky where the stars are all we can see. Kirsten tells us that her scans show unknown ships by the nearest planet, she can take us there but we wouldn't know who'd welcome us. Duke takes charge and asks us to pack all our stuff back in the dropship and then we'll take our chances and move to another location on the planet. Kirsten readies the ship and the rest of us stash everything as fast as we can. Duke tells us to prepare to dig ourselves into the ground for as long as it takes...he's done this before but we'll have to split up to improve our chances of survival - and no radiocontact - at all! We'll just have to wait for help. I can feel the panic taking over my body - the thought of lying in a pit for weeks - maybe longer is making me dizzy. Red looks at me and whine and I pat his head for comfort - I feel better already.
When Kirsten throws The Deluxe down in a small clearing we move as fast as we can out of visual range of the ship. Setup stays for a few minutes to camouflage the ship, we take McVays assistants with us - all their research and notes are extremely important so we just grab their suitcases and run.
When we've moved far enough away from the ship we sit down to rest. G'rr suggest that we hide in the trees - when we find a suitable place. We decide to use Red as our message carrier and we send him to Setup with a note. He returns with word from Duke saying the snipers are gone and the rest of the team is with him.
Blue thinks someone has set down on the planet and he takes Sean and Red with him to have a look, that way they can send back Red if there's trouble.
Suddenly Red comes walking into our camp again without Blue and Sean, I'm guessing something has happened and I'm already beginning to worry when McVays assistant tells us that we're to return to The Deluxe for debriefing - huh?
It turns out that this entire trip was a setup from McVay. He had created a new stormer morph /variant and since he needed another team to work for him he figured he might as well test the two things at the same time. "Setup" is his regular experienced team - their real team name is AlphaTeam and they were off course in on this - as was the pilots. The new stormer is a crossbreed between the two new stormer types Xeno and Vevaphon. So far he hadn't been able to make it work but the one he sent after us had the specifics for both types - great!
When the new stormer had attacked Sean, Blue and Red, both Red and Blue had refused to attack it since it obviously was a Karma product - our two stormers could smell the Karma products used to create this thing. When Sean had guessed that, he'd quickly figured out that something fishy was going on.
When the new stormer variant reported back to McVay he decided to call the thing off since Sean already was on the right track. So we were all called back right away - and was given the option to sign up with McVay and Karma as his second team - whoopie!
We headed back to Parr - the real planet called Parr - to take a look at our new homeplanet and to get aquainted with McVay, AlphaTeam and all the other people working for Karma on the xenobiology projects. This feels good!
McVay tells us to relax for a day or two - then he has another green BPN for us back at Mort - something really exciting I hope!

Red & Blue & Green

2006-02-26T15:45:00.000+01:00

February 11th 899:
Azer (our weird monitor) called us today, he wanted to see us - guess he thought we'd been away for a while. It was a tired team that met up at his office - we'd just spent a day in CS1 digging for hidden treasures left by "The Lord of Lies" and we'd found quite a bit of equipment which we turned over to SLA for quite a sum of money - yay! Azer wanted to know what we'd been up to and then he wanted to tell us that our first psych evaluation is up on the 15th of february - nooooo! I think we'd all forgotten about psych evaluation and I don't think I was the only one wondering if we'd all be terminated for our small adventures. I guess Azer knew something was up from our expressions so he asked if there was something we wanted to share? I said that our first BPN was a bit weird - but he already knew that, and then I told him the official story about our white BPN - the one with the 2 girls who killed their husbands.
Azer doesn't think there's anything that'll get us into trouble so he sends us on our way.
We decide to go get a Blue BPN - something nice and quiet for a change. G'rr comes back with a Blue maintenance/clean-up suburbia sewers - yay!
We complete our BPN without much trouble - there's a breech during the night but the shivers are quick to close the gaps and get out of harms way. There's some speculation whether the attack was by DN since it looked very much like a bomb attack - but after my talk with Cloak Division it's quickly dismissed - I'm not going to argue with those boys!

February 14th 899:
Today Red was delivered on my doorstep - a cute little puppy - or just the biggest meanie domino dog to walk the planet! He makes me want to hunt big game. I call the team and introduce them to Red. Blue loves him right away - I suspect Red thinks Blue is a bit stupid. The others think we should let Red hunt all sorts of weird dangerous things - just to see what he can do, they also think we should see how much hurt he can take - I guess someone's a bit jealous! I let him lick the others' hands and tells him their names - that way he'll always be able to track them - at least that's what the Karma guy told me.

February 15th 899:
omg omg omg omg! psych evaluation! If I hide in CS1 maybe they wont find me?
Later:
Aced it! No problem "Phoenix maybe you shouldn't do so many BPNs?" WHAT!? I don't get it!!! No problems, everything was OK - no biggie!
When we left we all felt a bit confused - but we all got through without any incidents. So we just went to the Pitt to get drunk and get laid - well the others did - I just enjoyed Red and the attention he got. When it was time to go home I just grabbed a very drunk Blue (God he's heavy!) said goodnight to the others and went home alone - well except for my 2 favourite stormers!

February 16th 899:
Dated Max - the Karma guy that got me Red. I suggested that maybe we could get some special BPNs to test Reds abilities - we might as well see what two prototype stormers could accomplish? Max figured that was a good idea so he called a friend at Karma - I was already beginning to feel much better!

February 18th 899:
AAA is introduced to Morgan McVay Karma doctor - expert in xenobiology and a very friendly person. He'll let us participate in this little green BPN along with his other team called Setup to see if we're what he's looking for. We're going to Parr to collect two different creatures it really shouldn't be a problem and Setup will be there to take over if we fuck things up - great now we got babysitters!

Back in my room...

2006-02-15T08:07:00.000+01:00

Bellamie Asylum 899 date unknown.
I stare at the grey ceiling and try to keep the tears at bay. I miss GaNing, I miss my parents and I miss my team. I want my dagger back. I let my hand run over the wall remembering the feel of the inscription on the blade "I am your key - you are my life". The hilt fitted perfectly in my hand, I hadn't let it out of my sight since we came home from Orienta, when I slept I had one hand one the hilt - it fitted perfectly!
I wrap my blanket around me - tight - if I concentrate really hard I can almost feel his arms around me and his breath in my ear. But it's no good - Someone start screaming in a cell further down the hall and I know more will follow soon. I know my team is having trouble sleeping, I can tell from the look in their eyes, and sometimes I can hear their screams too.
My head is fuzzy, the drugs are more powerful now and I can hardly keep my eyes open. I choke down my sobbing and finally fall asleep. When I wake up my pillow is still wet.

When we came home from our first trip to Orienta we were all so scared. I think we all expected something bad to happen. I decided to call this Karma guy I'd met after our TV debut in "Run for your life", I had a big icecube where my heart used to be and I needed someone to hold me for a while. As it turned out he wasn't really interested in me in that way - well he was - but he had an offer for me and my team. Karma had noticed how well Blue had fitted on our team so they wanted to let us test another of their big new inventions - the Domino Dog. That was just what I needed, something to get my head of Orienta. The Karma guy figured I was the most responsible on the team so he asked me to come take a look at the different kinds and pick one for AAA - sweeeeeet!
I was introduced to 3 variants of the Domino Dog. A huge beast - almost tiger like, a small badger like dog and the one we've seen pictures of on billboards around Mort - the long awaited meanie! I fell in love with the dog imediately - its sleek well muscled body and the deadly jaws made me want to hunt through the cannibal sectors with him by my side. The Karma guys insisted on showing me what the puppy could do - I thought they're a bit mad and I really didn't get why they had to shoot the dog - they told me it's because they wanted to show how much hurt the beast could tank! They gave me a brief instruction on how to feed and groom it (a godzillian cans of proteine drinks would be delivered with the dog) and then they told me he is smarter than your average 313 stormer - wow!
I touch the wall again - I miss Red, I miss the way he licked my hand when he wanted something from me, I loved the way he always protected me, and I loved the way he and Blue could look at eachother and something was passing between them.
I named him Red because of Blue - I thought it was a really nice touch to have colorcoded stormers on our team - I can't believe how much I miss the others - even obnoxious Sean.
Someone scrambles at my door and the usual meal with the usual pills are pushed inside - I scramble off my bed and eat the grey pudding on the plate - I really hope we get to go to the dining hall today - I need a smile...

Orienta. Part 2

2006-01-18T10:18:00.000+01:00

I look at the man beside me, he is handsome, not too old with strong beautiful eyes. He don't say anything as we drive, neither do I. We enter the tallest building in the city, a building we'd seen earlier but hadn't been able to find. He leads me to his chambers and on the way there, I notice everyone is extremely polite around this man. They bow when he is near and nobody talks directly to him. He opens the door to a huge room where every wall is a large window allowing me to see all parts of Orienta - or so it feels. We're above the clouds and I can feel the first rays of the sun on my face. He smiles for the first time as I climb the window to get a better view and he supports me with a hand at my back so I don't fall. I let myself fall into his arms and he carries me to his bed where he undresses me still without saying a word. Strangely I am not surprised as he undresses and reveals that he's wearing an ebbsuit. He looks at me with an impish grin, slides into bed with me and as he kiss me I wish that I don't have to fight this guy - he feels too right.

I know it's been hours. He's asleep, the bedsheet's not completely covering his perfect body. I stretch and walk naked to the window to gaze at the sun, it hasn't moved - at all! I climb onto the window-ledge and enjoy the light on my body, this is a very strange place.
Suddenly a tiny delicate woman comes into the room. She ignores me and start fuzzing around "my man". I look as she wash him, rubs him in perfumed oils and combs his hair. I put on my suit as he awakens and he motions for me to follow him. He takes me too a very large room where a lot of men are talking - unfortunately in their own tongue and I don't understand anything. Many of them are wearing ebbsuits and I'm starting to wonder if it's some kind of status symbol? He leads me to a large water filled basin where a bunch of naked girls are whispering among themselves. He lets me understand that I'm to get into the water and I quickly slide down besides the other girls. I ignore the girls and look around the room; there's all sorts of men here, some of them look very strange and only remotely human, none of them pay any attention to me and I curse the fact that I don't understand what they're saying, but it seems as if they're anticipating something important.
Finally a very tall guy comes into the room he's easily 3 meters tall, slender and well toned, his eyes are black pools of dangerous. He's wearing an ebbsuit just like mine and as he moves through the crowd he talk to everyone touching and probing their suits as if he's communicating with the suits and not the men wearing them. I notice that he talks to my man for a while and they both look pleased, he never look at me - I'm gratefull. Suddenly the big boss grabs hold of a man. I watch in horror as the little guy start running from the big boss but the boss just ports or teleports or moves really fast - I dunno - but he catches up with the running guy and plunges a knife in his back. The room sighs and slowly returns to "normal" as the big boss moves through the crowd again. I slip a little bit further into the water and wait for the big guy to leave - this is not so much fun anymore...

I decide that I have to stay for a while. There's too much going on that I really don't understand and I'm not quite ready to leave my very interesting man yet. I don't know what I do for the next couple of days. I move around in the building unhindered and I figure out that my lovers name is GaNing. I'm with him most of the time and I can feel that it's getting harder for me to remember why I'm here - I just want to be in his embrace floating through the sky above Orienta.
At some point he approaches me carrying a dagger. He says some words in his strange tongue, smiles his impish smile and solemnly holds out the dagger in both hands reciting a verse or something. I take the dagger without saying anything. He smiles and walks away. I'm confused! Somewhere deep down I know I just bonded with him, or maybe I had always been connected with him somehow. All I know is that he feels like a part of me.

One morning I wake up with the bitter taste of poison on my lips. It's very strange but my body isn't affected by it and in a daze I follow GaNings little serving girl into the bathroom where she bathes me and gives me a strange leaf to chew. Suddenly there's a shift or a ripple or a turn in reality and one of the big bosses stand in front of me. He tells me I don't belong here and he wants me to leave, our worlds are not meant to come together and he doesn't want Mr. Slayers spies in his world. Still, he tells me that this tower is controlled by 7 masters and their minions. My husband GaNing is a minion and serves "The Rising Sun". I am but a lowly SLA operative and if I don't leave, GaNing will pay. I'm confused and scared, this guy feels like raw power - his presence overwhealming me. Suddenly GaNing steps into the place? room? He is angry I can tell and the master (Force?) dismiss me, he wants to talk to GaNing in private.
The little serving girl grab my arm and give me my things, her face is smeared with blood, it looks like someone cut her. She pushes me into an elevator and sends me away. I'm having a serious feeling of "body functions - mind trapped elsewhere" as I let some guards put me in a rickshaw and I drive away from the building. I desperately want GaNing to come pick me up, but nothing happens. The driver looks at me and I suddenly realize that he isn't human; his legs are twisted , his body scaled and totally out of proportions, a tail flicker between his legs, his arms are very long with large black claws and his face... his face is very large and flat as is his nose, his eyes black swirling pools of chaos, he is a true demon. I look in the mirrored glass of the buildings we pass and all I see is a Rickshaw with a barefooted oriental human driver and the passenger a tiny oriental girl...me...I'm an oriental girl? I notice it all around me - nothing is what it seems; it is as if people are wearing masks...I don't know if I faint but suddenly I awake in an alley. All my things are gone except my suit, my phone and the dagger. I feel like I'm walking next to myself as I call G'rr an make them pick me up. They pick me up at the station and as I walk I notice people looking at me - a lot - some of them are bowing and nobody is looking me straight in the eyes. Suddenly I'm freezing and I just really want to go home. As we drive back to the little old lady I try to tell the others what happened but it is as if it isn't real, the demons...the masters...if only I'd been able to talk to GaNing. As I tell the story the others look very confused, somewhere along the way I lost two days! G'rr asks me if there's something written on the knife I got from GaNing and when I pull it from it's sheath I'm back by the tower of the rising sun. And then it hits me - the shifting market!!!
I look around, notice I have all my stuff and instantly recieves a message from Greg asking what I'm doing. It's two days old but somehow I know he just sent it and I'm standing in front of the tower 2 days ago. My head spins and I'm about to faint, the sorrow of losing GaNing is too great when suddenly he appears in front of me.
He tells me that i have to leave the market for the 6 masters are looking for me. He takes my hand with the dagger in it and puts it to his heart. I try to let go of the dagger but he tells me I have to stab him or I can't leave. He tells me that we have bound eachother with our lifeforce and I can't leave the market if I don't stab him. I cry as I push the dagger through his chest - and then I'm back with my team. I clutch the dagger to my chest and tell the other that I want to leave now. G'rr is totally calm and asks me what happened, as I try to make this story make any sense I realize I'm still one day short and I just know I have to go back to the market before things are right. I'm so scared!
When I look at the other and repeat what my husband said to me I suddenly realize that I know what's going to happen - and I speak Orienta. The rest of the team grabs onto me and this time I don't even notice that I arrive at the market. The others are here and we're all hit by the memory of what happened that day in Downtown when we killed a Nec. To me there's more though. I suddenly remember more than a year with GaNing, he married me when he gave me the dagger, I speak Orienta and my husband is in fact a demon... The grief overwhelms me and I stagger a few steps before I sit down. I look at the others and see that they all look at G'rr; he has fallen to his knees, his chest is bared and something is crawling out through bones and muscle. It hits me like lightning; this is the 7th master... the 7th master of "The Rising Sun" - The lord of Lies.
We're all very very confused and scared now. We killed a Nec to save some poor girl but in truth we'd killed a Nec to free a demon (and free G'rr from a demon) and we'd helped a softcompany (The Rising Sun) to get one of its masters back - we're so screwed!
The Lord of Lies speaks to G'rr. Tells him that he's very grateful of our help and that he'd tried to return home for a while. Only G'rrs surrender of will had made it possible for him to guide us in the right direction and get us to Orienta. The Masters are not capable of travelling by themselves in the real world they only exist physically in the shifting market, they are the powers, forces, protectors of the people of Orienta - the people brought them here in their minds, hearts and in their every day rituals. The people of Orienta had given life to the Masters/Demons and the masters protected the people. But SLA industries had given Orienta to The Dragons, a team of Necs that were sworn to keep order and peace.
The Rising Sun was tired of watching the Necs abuse the people and destroy the city so they had taken the matter into their own claws. The Lord of Lies had infiltrated The Dragons to find out how to seize power of Orienta - not to take it from SLA industries, but to make it prosper and grow as a part of SLA. Now it was time to wage war on the Dragons and the fact that SLA industries hadn't stopped it before it came to this, was seen as an invitation to the true Masters of Orienta to seize control again.
The Lord of Lies finished his story and we all stood like statues staring at him. He thanked us for our help in bringing him back and told us that he'd left some things in the building where we killed Rain and that we were free to take it - if we dared go back there. Then he left.
GaNing appeared again and this time there was no mercy. We would all be stuck for eternity in the shifting market unless I killed my husband. Silently the team touched my arms and back and then GaNing walked into my embrace, piercing himself on the dagger. We returned to the Real World.

Orienta. Part 1

2006-01-12T12:14:00.000+01:00

February 3rd 899:
We left for Orienta. We weren't sure what to expect and the BPN didn't really give any clues as to what we were to do once we got there. "Find and investigate the shifting market". That's it, no helpful hints - no contacts just 6 words.
I've never travelled by train this far before, and the way the rest of the team is looking out the window, I suspect they haven't either. I try to sleep a bit but my eyes keep opening and I look at G'rr who's on the edge of his seat looking at something far away. Greg is holding his sword, every now and then he smiles and touches the edge with a tenderness you rarely see. Jack is resting, it is obvious that he's thinking about our last assignment and how we're to solve this next one, he's flexing his fingers sometimes touching his gun, he nods when he notice I look at him. Sean is sleeping - or pretending to be, his lips are moving and I'm guessing he's telling himself small secrets, sometimes I'd wish I knew what was going on in his head. Blue is sitting relaxed in his seat, sometimes he's frowning and muttering but when he notice me looking at him he smiles, large drops of drool running down his face. Allan is eating, his mother insisted on making food for him, reluctantly he asks if I want a bite, I shake my head. I smile at everyone of them and sighs. This is my team, the people who'll keep me safe, my team... I sleep.

We arrive in Orienta, I'm still a bit groggy from the sleeping, and the trainstation doesn't make it any better. I don't think I've ever seen so many people in one place and they're all running or yelling or selling something. I try to stay close to the rest of the team and as we move through the crowd I realize how much we look like operatives - even in our travelling clothes. We decide to try and find someplace to stay and get into something less noticeable, we have to get Blue out of the way too as people are staring at him with obvious curiousity.
We rent a couple of rooms with an old lady. She seems like a total nutcase and she keeps referring to Blue as a demon. She stuffs our faces with food and tea and tells us all sorts of weird things about dragons and demons and other fantastic creatures. Half of it we don't understand, but it's OK since she probably don't really understand who we are anyway.
We leave Allan, G'rr and Blue with the lady, I can't help smiling as I watch our huge stormer with a tiny teacup in his claw, they'll be fine!
We take a look around the slums, everything is dirty and rainy - much like Mort DT only here we really don't understand anything. People are yelling a lot in their strange tongue. We're often stopped by dirty barefooted children who pulls at our legs or arms to get us to go with them. Eventually we decide to go take a look at some sort of games house. We notice a lot of clean welldressed guys with sunglasses (!!!) entering and our curiousity pulls us there. We enter a very beautifull room with luxurious interior and loads of small oriental guys at tables. Around them is large oriental guys with weapons and mean expressions - bodyguards. There's a bit of shouting at some of the tables when money changes hands but otherwise it seems as if everyone here is friends. When people turn to stare at us I notice that I'm the only woman here, except for the delicate and very beautiful hostess'. Obviously Sean doesn't notice and I trail behind him to the nearest table. The yakuza-guys at the table welcome him and tell him to take a seat, and as he sits I stand behind him one hand on his shoulder. As they tell him to join the game we both realize that we have no cash with us - or at least not the amount these guys spend. Jack and Greg leaves to get more money and meanwhile Sean tries to keep the conversation going. The suits tries to get him to bet his badge, his gun or his suit but he turns them all down. One of the bosses who's been keeping in the background (but I noticed him looking at me), asks if Sean'll care to bet his bodyguard. I look the boss straight in the eyes and squeezes Sean shoulder, if he stakes me I'll pull his head off!
Sean looks at me and smiles and I tell him, without looking away from the boss, that he would regret staking me in a game he doesn't know. Sean sighs and tell them no. Instead he wagers his right pinkie - stupid Brainwaster!
During the game Sean tries to keep the conversation going, but none of the players seem eager to tell anything. I try to observe everything, but the boss who asked for me as part of the stake keeps drawing my attention, and I find myself staring at him most of the time.
Sean loses his finger to one of the bosses and after that wager they're not interested in money, they want other body parts. I drag Sean out of there and meet up with Jack and Greg. We walk down the street wondering what to do next, when a large black car pulls up beside us. The door opens and I see "my" boss in the backseat, I look at the boys, none of them object, I tell them "see you guys later, I'll call" as I jump into the car and drives away.

Rain

2006-01-09T18:16:00.000+01:00

The next couple of days was a blur. Most of the time I was in bed looking at the ceiling trying to remember what made me kill the girl. I don't remember what I did or who I talked to. Blue moved in with me - I guess he didn't want me to do anything stupid. I know we talked to the investigators on the suicides, but I really don't remember what we said - only that it made a lot of sense then. I didn't tell the rest of the team what we'd done. I felt bad enough as it was and I suspect that Blue didn't want me to tell either.
Luckily G'rr decided that we couldn't just hang around anymore. The big shaktar was getting restless and wanted to go back to Downtown - to the place where he'd been killed. It certainly took my mind of my own problems and I agreed to go with him - anything to get my mind off Sissal.

February 1st 899:
The entire team met up for a picknick in Downtown - sometimes I'm wondering if I'm really in charge of my own life? Blue showed up driving a huge APC - wtf? He'd been kicked out from his appartment - he wouldn't tell us how he'd gotten it - I suspect he hustled someone, the sneaky stormer!
G'rr was eager to go, so we just packed our stuff and returned to our own little place of horror. Almost as soon as we arrived G'rr started ranting. He seemed as if he was in another world where he could see things we couldn't. Obviously he'd made some sort of contact with the nec/gorecannon that killed him and through him she tried to tell her story. She had been thrown into the White by necanthropes to add to their "Eight as One", but she had not been ready and she had returned from the white as a part of one of the members of that group. As a parasite she'd lived as his gorecannon trying to get her vengeance. Now she'd manipulated us to come here and finish one of these necs - Rain.
We stared in horror at the shaktar as the words tumbled from him. And then Sean pulled a lead cylinder from his backpack and Blue threw a large gymbag on the ground. Sean didn't know where the cylinder came from, only that he knew it contained the most dangerous thing for an ebb user - a DU bullet. Blue opened the gymbag and pulled out weapons, grenades, ammo, drugs and other stuff that might come in handy when you try to kill a necanthrope.
I had to run a hand through my hair to make sure it didn't stand on end, but I also felt a sense of purpose and righteousness - I remember looking at my teammates thinking that this was the right thing to do.

Shadows and rain. The smell of burnt flesh and pouring rain fills my nostrils and makes me gag. We know the nec is waiting for us at the end of the stairway. Blue is front, he might be able to take a single hit to buy us some time. He kicks the door in and for a second his silhouette is burnt on my retina, then he tumbles backward down the stairs while the rest of us throws ourselves into the room. The beast has already taken control of my body and with my stunty legs I follow the rest of the team against a large skeletal humanoid standing above a burning woman.
Sean screams at me to stay away and I try to get near the burning woman instead. Rain looks at me, forces his mind upon mine and for a second I see a large seven-headed dragon. Before it is a large snake coiled around itself and the snake strikes at the dragon several times spitting its venom into the screaming dragon. I shake his mind of me and sees Sean throwing himself down before the nec with the cylinder in his hand, Rain slashes out to take Seans face but Greg throws himself between. The brainwaster fires the cylinder turning his head away but I can see as he drops the cylinder that his eyes are burnt. I pick up Sean and gets him outside where I hold his hand while we wait for Greg, Blue and Jack to get rid of the bodies and blow up the building. My mind is chaos and once again I'm wondering who's in control of my life.
G'rr walks out he seems strange - almost peaceful. He asks us if we trust him and if we'd like to forget this "incident". We look at eachother for a while and then we all nod. We've just killed a nec for no reason whatsoever - we might as well sign our own extermination warrants! Sean is against it at first, mostly because he killed a nec and if he's forced to forget noone will ever know. But we finally convince him that for the sake of his sanity and his eyes he better go with the mindfuck.
G'rr looks all of us in the eyes and in a blink of an eye the event of this day changes to something else...
G'rrs version of February 1st 899:
AAA had taken yet another Blue BPN in downtown, coincidentally same sector as G'rr was killed in. We were to look out for strange or increased carrien activity. Somehow we find a large nest of carriens where the nasty critters had figured out how to use bodyparts from other races to improve themselves. The big mean daddy carrien was wearing the head of an ebon and was trying to influence us to surrender ourselves to an unknown fate. We fought all its' nasty critter minions but in the end we had to run and blow up the building behind us.
Afterward we went home not noticing that we never got paid, never got a better SCL rating and with G'rr assuring us that this one gave a follow up BPN in Orienta.
I've never been there - sounds exciting!

The Sirens. Part 2

2005-12-18T11:30:00.000+01:00

I slowly stepped aside opening the door to the appartment. G'rr and Jack was inside their faces blank and scared. The operative stepped past me into the apartment letting the Termination warrant fall to the ground with a smile. I stared at it for a very long time and I could feel Blues eyes on me, I think he was shaking.
After a while the operative came back out. He closed the door and looked at me, then he asked if there was a problem. I was having a hard time answering since the termination warrant was laughing at me from the ground. He told us that if we cleaned up our end of this, he'd clean up his. I just nodded picked the termination varrant up and watched him leave. With a look I told Blue that he couldn't tell the others about this, and we left the apartment with G'rr and Jack.
I went home and took Blue with me. I asked the rest of the team to just let me think for a while I'd contact them when I knew what to do. I'd been looking at the ceiling in my flat for about an hour when the phone rang. It was Sissal and she was hysterical, I couldn't make out what she was saying - only something about Diane and suicide. Blue and I hurried to her place and she let us in, she'd been crying and she was only wearing a thin nightgown. She dragged me to the bedroom where she showed me footage, from the surveilance camera, in Dianes appartment... She pointed to pictures of Diane getting her throat slit by the big Operative who'd asked us to clean up. I didn't really know what to say, but Sissal looked at me with tears in her eyes and said "Look Phoenix, She killed herself. She killed herself and left me alone." She threw herself in my arms and I held her while Blue played the tape again. I cursed the operative for not making sure there was no surveillance in the area. And I cursed myself for taking this assignment. Sissal was heartbroken and as I sat with her, hugging her tight she told me how Diane and her had lived eachothers lives and had used men of power for their own perverted pleasure. They had discovered a drug that made people more willing to do what they were told and they had fed it to their husbands making them kill themselves. They had slept with almost everyone in the building, had made people slaves of their own desires and controlled many high ranking people. I could feel she was trying to make me do something, and I couldn't really fight it. She begged me to take Dianes place, begged me to be her friend and I knew that if I really listened to her I would do as she asked.
For the first time since we entered the bedroom I looked at Blue. His hand was resting on the computer and he was looking at me with the saddest expression I've ever seen. I sobbed for I knew what he was thinking. I told Sissal that I'd be her friend, I told her I'd get her out of this mess and promised I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and I led her to the bathroom. As we waited for the bathtub to fill with water I mixed a couple of very strong drinks. I let her drink 3 shots while I brushed her hair and removed her ruined makeup. I undressed her and gently pushed her into the hot water. Then I washed her hair and let her drink directly from the bottle of liquor. She put on a new layer of makeup and let me have a drink from the bottle. She looked at me while I took the razorblades from the cupboard, she asked me to make sure she looked pretty, and then she put her arms on the edge of the bathtub. I could hear Blue tapping on the computer in the bedroom and as I quickly slit her wrist she smiled at me and let me push her under the water.
I returned to Blue in the bedroom. He looked up when I entered and quickly rose and put his arms around me. He showed me the modifications he'd made to Sissals diary and the footage from the surveillance and then he told me to be brave. We called the medics and as we waited I watched the dying woman in the bathtub, watched the last shreds of my innonce and naivety dissolve in the hot water like the blood from her body.

The Sirens. Part 1

2005-12-16T10:43:00.000+01:00

January 28th 899:
We were all exhausted after our run and the little social event afterwards didn't exactly help on our lack of energy. It was actually kinda boring despite all the socialites, a guy from Karma gave me his card (Phantom Pregnancy) and told me that one of our earlier BPNs had a D-notice - yeah - we figured that one out ourselves! But he asked me to call him - I'm not certain though he seemed like a real smartass!
Lack of sleep, drugs and bullets - there was no excuse - we needed a new BPN - fast!
So we went to the BPN hall where we got a white one - apparently someone's "misplaced" a dropship and we're to investigate. I've got a bad feeling about this!
We're to contact Frank Sooth in the airport in suburbia sector 341, he'll tell us about the pilots who disappeared with the ship and who hasn't been seen since they left the airport.
Mr Sooth wasn't exactly pleased to see us, I'm guessing he wasn't too happy about a bunch of green operatives messing around in his airport. But he told us that his two pilots Oliver Williams and Mark Raine had taken their ship out as usual but he hadn't heard a word from them since they left. We were to figure out if they'd run off with the cargo or if someone had stolen their ship and killed them or if it was something completely different.
Well we've no choice so we start our investigation. Jack and I go talk to other pilots and the boys split up to read files and contact the place the pilots were supposed to drop off the cargo.
As Jack and I walk around we quickly discover that people here don't like us very much, they wont answer our questions and in the end we have to be extremely rude to get anything out of anyone. Apparently everyone is afraid of the management and afraid that if they tell us too much they might get kicked out - Great!
We decide to go talk to the wives; Sissal Williams who I talk to and Diane Raine, Jacks problem. Sissal tells me that Diane is a real slut sleeping with anything remotely alive - but especially her personal trainer Jerome. She doesn't talk much about her husband and I think she suspects Diane of sleepingwith her. All in all Sissal seems jealous of Dianes good looks and the way she can get anyone she wants.
Jack talks to Diane and when we meet afterward he seems very upset and rather confused - apparently Diane tried to seduce him while telling him what a wonderful wife and mother she is.
Sweet!
January 29th 899:
We meet up at G'rrs place. Blue and I decide to take a look around the cargo bays and talk to the people there. G'rr and Jack goes down to talk to the wives and Sean and Gregg goes down to look some more at the where the cargo was supposed to be delivered.
After a while I get a call from a very panicked G'rr. He wont tell me anything over the phone but asks if we could please come to Dianes appartment. We hurry there and is met by a very upset G'rr and Jack who's completely oblivious to our presence. He mutters to himself, rubbing his hands against his thighs and in his eyes is a crazy sheen. On the bed is Diane - she's tied up gagged and bloody. Blue and I stare at her for several seconds and then we turn to G'rr. G'rr was very confused by everything, apparently he'd fainted and when he woke up Jack had been fighting Diane. G'rr had helped Jack offcourse but he wasn't sure what had happened. Jack had said something about her influencing his mind making him do things he didn't want to and apparently she'd asked him to do something bad. I knew we couldn't keep her tied up like that - I don't know enough of Jack to trust his sanity. So I decided to have a little talk with Diane. I posted Blue at the door and asked that he kept everyone out.
I gave Diane a shot of Honesty and then I asked her a few questions. She wasn't very cooperative and kept telling me that we'd be in real trouble because she had friends with power and that they were on their way. She refused to answer my questions and I was already pondering my new carreer as a shiver when someone was at the door.
Blue asked me to come out and since this guy insisted that he enter the apartment I came out and closed the door behind me. Outside was an old operative, SCL 5, Blitzer - angry looking! He told me to piss of and let him sort this out. And I told him that it really wasn't possible since I had an ongoing investigation and my main suspect was in the apartment. He didn't really care what I was doing he wanted me out of the way now... or else! And then he pulled out his Blitzer and pointed it at my face. Nothing in school had ever prepared me for this - I was speechless. I wanted to say that you can't just kill people like this but no words would come out of my mouth. Blue pointed out that you just can't kill other operatives and the guy just looked at him, pushed a few buttons on his wrist and handed Blue a termination varrant with my name on it.

Blue, Stormer variant 714 "Chagrin"

2005-12-15T18:32:00.000+01:00

Verfication: SCL: 3B (Karma Kode Yellow OVERRIDE)

Concerning: Project Blue. (Type 3 of 5 Karma #21002111*)

Location: Sector 233 Suburbia. Serialnumber: 714-4-0122.

History: Blues current serialnumber indicates: type(714)-number(4)-opgrades(0122).
There have been 3 prior Stormer Variants of this type.
714-1-0011 Normal upgrades for Mort inhabb. Orange Crush tattoo lower arm left. Destroyed by: Team mate Greg McDuff SCL:10 (Current status: Terminated) Close combat Powered Claymore. Several critical failures.
714-2-0042 Add-ons Karma Nuke Tendons. Frame Strengthened. Elonged arms. Multiple Organs by Royal. Orange Crush tattoo added. Destroyed by: Failures to heal damage. Organs destroyed any products entering system benign and benevolent. No Ebon located in time. Autopsy later showed weight increase by 1.2 kg. (SLA property ammo caliber 12.7)
714-3-0031 Add-ons Karma Nuke Tendons Claw enhancement. Frame Strengthened. Weight reduction for easier movement(current type showed sluggishness by 3 hundreds of a second). Orange Crush tattoo added. Destoyed by: Operative Killer SCL: 5D (Current status: Terminated) Blast at max, several hits. System shutdown. All systems failed. Transference problems due to link loss. (SCL: 2A Karma Kode RED OVERRIDE to view)
Project ended…

Later add…………
Status: Blue 714-4-0122 Active. Add-ons: Classified for this level. (SCL: 2A Karma Kode RED OVERRIDE to view) Organs: Classified for this level. (SCL: 2A Karma Kode RED OVERRIDE to view) Height: Classified for this level. (SCL: 2A Karma Kode RED OVERRIDE to view) weight: 400 kg (comfirmed 400 KG) Tattoo: Classified for this level. (SCL: 2A Karma Kode RED OVERRIDE to view)

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”The Orienta stuation**” was solved at Rising Sun Incorporateds(RSI) add-on request. SLA Industries found it usefull to remove it from this report. RSI was very gratefull and donated passes to Orienta Heavenly Spa for a fortnight.

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*Karma #21002111. Five Stormer Variant 714 Chagrin. Named: 1.Green 2.Red 3.Blue 4.White 5.Yellow.
Classic type Chagrin 714. No modification or add-ons.
Basic training: Orange Crush. No additional training. All clean of outside interferrence. No relapse or fallout.
Frame: OK
Mind: OK
Ecco: LOW

Placement / Current locations / Funtion:
Green: Wartest / Dante / Cannonfodder 2nd wave.
Red: Comercial / New Paris / Show and Display.
Blue: Undercover / Mort / Operative.
White: Guard / Spacestation Deep-orbit ”D-NOTICE” / Interferrence.
Yellow: Hunter / Cannibal Sector 1 / Search and destroy.

**Orienta Situation is still a mystery. All data was moved to the Rising Sun Incorporation and SLA Industries merger. Why this data was added was never revealed and has only an ”Icon” Level Read.
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D-NOTICE. Dr. Vile Green will be monitored for the future.
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Dr. Vile Green SCL: 6D (Karma Kode AlfaRED) Project manager.
Dr. Horton SCL:7A (Karma Kode RED) Assistance.
Dr. Isis ”The LIA” SCL: 3E (Karma Kode Yellow) Assistance.

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More… (Project Fallen Angel) Classified for this level. (SCL: 5 to view)

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Dr. Vile Green (manager and consultant to RSI)

First sighting...part 4

2005-12-11T13:35:00.000+01:00

We run almost before we hit ground and as we follow G'rr towards a possible "safe place" the first psycho war-vet is opening fire. I thank whoever invented UV as I'm hit in the chest by a high caliber explosive bullet. I spin around myself by the force of the impact but continues to run I knew this guy'd kill me if he get the chance! Luckily some carriens find the war-vet very interesting and he's forced to handle them before he can do something about us - unluckily those carriens of his has friends who'd like to eat us for supper! At this moment I'm realizing I must be a complete and utter moron to agree to an assignment like this!
The boys spread out to stop the carriens and I sprint towards a manhole so that we might get away from the surface and this arena! I rip the lid of the manhole and turn to look for the others. They run past me and jump down the hole - stupid stupid stupid Phoenix! I am looking at a horde of carriens... Blue grabs the lid and I jumped head first down the hole. Blue follows quickly, one of the big carriens had somehow gotten between us and began clawing its way down. Blue forces the lid shut and destroys the lock - that should keep them out! Sean and I deal with the carrien while Jack and Gregg runs to meet that manchine we can hear further down the drain - Blue is stuck since he can't get down because of the carrien, Sean and I. A few insane seconds later all is quiet. Only the clawing from the carriens upstairs, ragged breathing and dripping water (blood) is heard. A quick check reveals that everyone's still alive. Gregg has sustained some serious damage to his arm as the Manchine has tried to take it from him. We patch him up and continues our insane run through dark damp drainpipes.
Suddenly a horde of filthy wild civillians attack us. They're basically unarmed and we're carrying guns and swords!? They call for their protector and master and we're guessing the manchine might be it. Amidst the butchering of some 20 unarmed civillians I suddenly regains all my flux - one second it's spent - the next I'm feeling like I could burst with flux. I look at Sean and I can see the glow of power in his eyes. He felt it too!
We haven't got time to talk about it now so we climb through heaps of bodies trying to find a way out. Suddenly we can hear the nasty sound of claws - lots of claws - lots of running claws. Gregg and I take the back and the others scramble to find a way out. We follow but the carriens soon catch up to us. The biggest of the carriens quickly discovers that Gregg is hurt and they try to get him down, but the frother is by no means ready to give up and he empties his gun in their faces. Thy're still on us though and as I keep one at bay with my claws I grab Gregg and throws him ahead of me as we run. Sean is waiting for us and we quickly kill a couple of carriens before we continue down a narrow pipe.
I take front with G'rr and out of nowhere 3 guys in shiver uniforms jumps out to tell us where we're supposed to go. Obviously they're a bunch of frauds and I tell them to step aside or die. As they're not inclined to follow instructions G'rr lobs one "shivers" head off and the other two jumps to get the shaktar down - the two of us pulls them apart in seconds and we continue running for our lives.
We've got 50 carriens behind us and the only thing keeping them away is our occasional bulletspray in their general direction. Finally we find an exit and we throw ourselves out into an open area where we run for the nearest building to find some cover.
As we enter the building G'rr is shot in the shoulder by a big fucking gun. Who the hell told all these people we're here?
I follow G'rr into the building, damn short legs! The rest of the team follows and as we finally catch up to the shaktar we just see him cutting the head of the guy who shot him - nice!
Blue and I take point again as the rest of the team is looking like something out of Slaughterhouse Six. We run through the building and when we come to a long hall Blue takes point alone to spring traps and ambushes - I know he can make it but it just feels wrong anyway. It's not like I can do anything about it for the chagrin is so much faster than me and I can't catch up. Suddenly Blue comes running back with a giant "thing" behind him. It's a machine - maybe made for lifting really heavy things and it just grabs Blue and start crushing him moving towards some large spikes in the other end of the room. The team explodes in total chaos. We all try to get Blue out of the manchine but it has pinned him and no shooting, cutting or cursing is going to change that! In the end Blue takes matters into his own hands and he rips his arm off at the shoulder and pulls out - cutting the wires is no longer a problem and the team dismantles the machine while Blue puts his arm back on - yuk!
We can hear the noise from the cameracrews and Micks comments and we spot the goal just before us. We run as fast as we can but as we leave the building a wraithraider comes sprinting past us. He screams as if Digger is behind him and as we reach goal just seconds after him, we're told that Digger might have been on his tail and that his team didn't make it.
Well we made a nice second - and no one died - 2 teammembers lost their arms and in the middle of all this fuss we suddenly realise that our teamname gotta be Arms & Arms - Since half the team has lost an arm.
We get our 3 seconds of fame but what everyone else remembers from this episode of "Run for your life" is the insane Wraith Raider who ran from Digger and the stormer team who ended up blowing themselves to confetti along with a nest of carriens. But we got our invitation to a banquet with some mediapeople and Mick. So this wasn't a complete waste!
Sean and i talk about our strange fluxregeneration but we don't know what to make of it. So I just write a short note to our BPN report and let Allan sort out the rest - I'm going home to sleep!

First sighting...part 3

2005-12-10T23:26:00.000+01:00

January 25th 899:
The entire team met up and we took a train down to one of the fighting arenas in Downtown. My suit was still a bit hurt from the last BPN and Sean had also had trouble healing all the damage his suit had sustained from our stay with DN. We just hoped it wouldn't come to a confrontation with her.
There's tons of people in the arena and I must admit i start to worry about people getting hurt if she attacks us, I just hope there are more operatives around. I soon forget it though as G'rr and Blue decides to fight... each other! Great idea except Blue is somewhat larger, stronger and regenerates a great deal more than G'rr but it's very entertaining. The rest of the team is keeping an eye out for her as Blue keeps G'rr occupied but as the fight is over we all sense his anxiety. Suddenly Blue looks around and sniffs the air - there's a smell he recognizes. We all panic: weapon in hand we search the area near us but find nothing. G'rr has a vague idea of what she looks like and we ask around if anyone has seen her. No one has but we find some people with cameras who might've caught her on tape. G'rr looks at the tape and spot her in the crowd near us... as he cries out everything around us erupts into chaos. People start screaming and tries to get away from us - her? We try to keep calm and prevent people from hurting themselves or others but we all feel how fear is consuming every rational thought. Soon we find a guy on the ground - dead - he's white as bone - just like G'rr, and our big shaktar is shaking trying not to show his fear and frustration. More dead people are found and we're trying to find a way to retreat. Sean copies the film with our lady on it for later use and as we're retreating, still keeping an eye out for her, G'rr abruptly excuses himself and runs for the bathrooms. One of the boys follows him - just to make sure he's safe. Sean decides that we better take another look at the footage so the rest of us can recognize her - just in case. But as we look through the tape there's nothing there - just white. I'm scared to death at this point and as I look at my teammates I can tell they're not feeling quite up to this either.
When G'rr returns he looks tired but determined, none of us really knows what to do now and as the shivers seem eager to take over we wont argue. We slowly break up and go home - none of us really want to ask any questions - I for one would rather live in blissfull ignorance.

January 26th 899:
Wakee wakee rise and shine. I've never felt so good in my entire life! My body feels... I don't know... Perfect. I just feel like eating half a cow.
I order tons of food and prepare to sit in front of the tv all day when Jack calls - he wants to work so he asks if I'm on for a Blue BPN. I reluctantly throw the few remains of he food out and meet up with the team in the BPN hall.
Greg is totally stoned when we meet and on top of it he's found an entire pack of Flip with a card in it. On the card there's only one word "Mick". I only know of one "Mick" and he's the coolest operative at the moment, but why he'd throw Flip at Greg is beyond my understanding.
Sean returns with a BPN of doom. He couldn't get anything but a Blue offcourse but this one sounds like it'll be hard work; we're to meet Shiver private John Smith in Downtown sector 402 - this might be ugly!
John Smith turns out to be a Stormer variant 313 - a huge 313 - almost the size of Blue. He looks like a real mean git and I'm already imagening being thrown into the sewer never to be seen again! As it turns out John Smith just punches our Blue BPN through and asks us to be in this show called "Run for your life" hosted by... yes you guessed it... Mick! I know this show... it's dangerous - we're gonna die! In this show 4 - 6 teams are dumped in Cannibal Sector at different locations the team that reaches goal first wins! The entire show is under strict surveillance but people often die - teams often die!
The boys are totally crazy - they want to do this - bad! I agree and congratulate myself on being smart enough to buy a couple of UV just in case. I pop one before we leave, together with my usual cocktail of Bass and Pineal Stim - My head is all fuzzy and I'm having a hard time concentrating - I hope this pass!
We're dumped in a large open area in Cannibal Sector 1 with tons of possible ambush places - and as I hit the ground I wonder why I ever said yes to this!

First sighting...part 2

2005-12-05T18:36:00.000+01:00

I sprinted up the stairs my heart pounding in my ears. I barged through the door and there was G'rr Ch'ld on the floor shot in the chest by a Gorecannon, the rest of the team stared in disbelief at the dead shaktar. I grabbed the LAD doctor by the arm and told him to do something, but he just looked at me and shook his head. He wouldn't do anything about an operative shot by a nec. I didn't care what he thought I wanted him to save G'rr and so did the rest of the team. There was a lot of yelling and pushing. Blue was totally confused: On one hand he wanted the doctor to save his friend on the other hand he wasn't allowed to question the words of a Karma employee. Then Sean freaked out. He grabbed the Doc and told him that if he wasn't helping G'rr we wasn't helping him out of this place. The Nec might still be in the building and maybe it wasn't a very friendly one! The doctor still refused and then Blue asked me if the doctor would be able to save G'rr - I told him that it wouldn't be a problem. And then Blue grabbed the doctor, pulled him very close and told him to save G'rr - now! Sean had scared the doctor a lot but the giant chagrin disobeying it's programming was breaking the doctor. He threw himself next to G'rr and started working, the rest of us ran out to find the last guy we were there to get. We found him on the floor above us he had been shot by a gorecannon too. We pulled out all the wounded and on the way out the doctor suggested that we kept our mouthes shut about this then he'd do the same - he didn't want that Nec to come loking for him - we agreed! We wrapped the BPN up, had coffee with the shivers and when the assignment was cleared we went out to get a beer and wait for news on G'rr. We talked a bit about how strange it had been: we were to save some operatives, one of them tried to shoot us as we ran for the building, two had been shot by a gorecannon (1 didn't have LAD), and there was no trace of any necs in the area. Finally G'rr showed up but he didn't quite remember what had been going on. Sean had some footage from the fight so maybe we could get something from that. Unfortunately the pictures were very dark and we couldn't quite make out what was going on. Finally I just asked G'rr what had happened. He looked at us for several seconds and then he tried to explain that a gorecannon in the shape of a young woman had shot him, and he had a distinct feeling that she was listening in on this conversation. Since there wasn't anything we could do about that I told him what had happened in our end of the rope. We decided that maybe we'd better have a look at the other teams assignment - maybe it'd give us a clue to what the hell was going on. Black BPN - down town sector...D-Notice...great just what we needed - we could forget about that! We couldn't get around the big D but we could find some info on the other team. Mostly trivial info and we didn't really know what to do with it - but then G'rr started ranting about "Her" and "She was on her way" - stuff like that, and then he just wanted us out! We all agreed that with the D-notice hanging over this it was kinda hard to move anywhere and we were all very tired so maybe it was better if we just left. Outside I talked with Blue and Jack. We were all nervous about this "Gorecannon on the loose" and since we couldn't talk about it - we couldn't warn anyone and clearly the thing was totally out of control. We concluded that if G'rr could sense her, she could probably sense him too. And if he was drawing her nearer maybe we could get her out in the open - or better yet get some footage of her and then expose her. And better yet: She wouldn't be our responsibility!
So we just had to find a place where she would be likely to show herself... Blue suggested that we go back to DownTown and maybe go see a grudge match; tons of people, surveillance and officials - and probably more than 1 operative team! So we called in the rest of the team and forced G'rr to go with us - time to get the bitch out in the open!

Sarin

2005-12-05T11:57:00.000+01:00

Lost in Space.
-By Sarin, Wraith Raider Scout.

This is the story of me, Sarin the Wraith Raider. An insight in some of the events, that shaped me into the person I am today.
My life began on the Icy Planet of Chill, I was the first born in a litter of five,
three of us survived the first year in the den, two males and a female.
I had a close to carefree childhood, we were a small litter and never missed anything.
The first couple of years went by playing with my brothers and sisters, and the other younglings of the collony. And as i grew old enough, my father and older brothers taught me how to become an effective hunter. Combining stealth, cunning and speed.
This was a great sport, for a long period I hunted all day. I killed everything that moved, and wasn´t a Wraith Raider. Soon there was nothing on this planet that I couldn´t bring down, and it started to become routine.
I began to pay more attention, to the occational SLA recruit ships that dropped by on a regular basis. They had these huge soldiers called Stormers and Shaktars, and by the way they were equiped I concluded that they must be facing some decant pray.
I collected some info material about the various traning programs, they especialy recomended the scout package. I decided to join, and the following year as I reached the age of 10.
I hugged my proud parents goodbye, as I signed in at the recruit ship.

I went to Menu for Opperative training, and after the initial 8 months I teamed up with som other fresh opperatives and formed the group "MAS or Mort-All-Stars" two Humans, a Frother ,an Ebon, a Brain Waister & me.

We took the usual approch, easy Blue BPN´s at the begining then a little harder as our skills progressed.
At a point we must have been over-confident, we went for a Black one and it sure was suicidal.
Under circumstances that i am not allowed to talk about, half the group ended up hospitalized.
The rest of us decided to make some quick easy money while they were gone and signed in for an off world expedition/retrival BPN.
This should have been a easy non-problematic 3 day trip, but it turned out to be my worst nightmare.

We started off Mort, me, Angus the frother, Peter the human plus the small foldships crew of two humans and an Ebon folder.
We were supposed to fold out the first day, find a lost drone that have been scanning the planet for minerals on the second and then fold back on the third.

We folded, but unfortunaly we folded into a heavy meteor shower and the ship was battered by thousands of small rocks and sand particles, which totally shredded the outer hull and some of the vital systems were pierced. The crew rapidly steered the ship out of the danger zone, we could see various fluids escaping from the ship, some crystalizing on exit ,some wobbling like oil drops in water..
We decided to abandon the mission and head home, the nervous crew sat a course towards Mort which at this speed was months away, but we had to wait for the Ebon to restore her own and her suits flux before she was able to fold us back.

We slowly drifted away from the planet, while the crew was checking the systems. It was getting colder and they were starting to look a little concerned.
The sheilds around the reactor had been torn off, and the fluids we had seen escaping were from the heating and cooling systems of the ship.
It seemed that within the next 12 hours we would either be fryed by the overheating reactor core, or frozen to aproximatly -50c.
With no discusion the Ebon pushed the button, and the reactor left the spacecraft.
There was a second of darkness while the backup batterys turned on the light, all other systems went dead silent.
The Ebon left the bridge without a word, when she passed me she looked deeply into my eyes. At that instance I understood what was about to unfold.
I wouldn´t let my worst enemy relive the next 10 hours of my life, lets just say that it was quite emotional.
And now the only sounds on the vessel was my breath and heart beat.

We were only supposed to be out here a for a couple of days so we hadn´t really packed any supplies and when they where gone, hunger struck.
I had known that I would probably be put in this situation, sooner or later.
I tried to make the supplies last as long as possible but now they were gone and I was hungry.

I decided to start with the crew, I had only known them for a couple of hours and hadn´t developed any personal feelings towards them.
The humans seemed the most natural and I must admit, they did taste a little like chicken.
It was a bit harder with the Ebon, I felt a little scared not knowing exactly that this Ebb thing was, and the look in her eyes still haunted me. But after the first couple of bites she slipped down easyer and helped me battle my hunger for a almost a week.

Now only my teammates were left, I sat for hours staring out the window in the hopes of seeing a glimpse of civilisation.
But I only saw distant stars in the darkness, again i had to make a choice.
Well I probably had made this choice already, cause I had never really liked Angus and I had no second thougths whatsoever, while my teeth were impaling his frozen clan tatoo.
He tasted quite synthetic, something I hadn´t tasted before but it wasn´t that bad and I ate the rest of his left underarm. My thoungue was becomming numb.
Suddenly I thought I heard someone walking on the spaceship, I closed my eyes to sharpen my senses, but as I did that it felt like the ship was starting to shrink around me.
I opened my eyes again and the ship was inflating and deflating in a pulse, synchronized to my heart rate which were starting to rise.
Childrens laughter was suddently all around me, I could hear footsteps and mumbling like there were hundreds of people aboard.
In the corners of my eyes I could see their shadows moving, but in front of me everything was close to normal, well except for the now rapidly pulsating spaceship.

I closed my eyes again, immediatly I felt the ship shrinking. This time faster, it tried to crush me ...for what I´d done to it´s crew. Eyes open the ship was still pulsating.
I looked at the Frother who was smiling at me, his crystallized eyes wide open all of his injector ampuls empty, apparently he didn´t freeze to death.
The trip went on for hours but it felt like days, I didn´t know I lost track of time while trying to keep a grip on reality.

This was a nerve wrecking experience, the next couple of days were a mental battle to remain sane and focused.
I was alone, totally alone. I would never get used to this feeling, this absence of company.
For the first time since I signed in at Menu, I missed the den, I missed running carelessly over the endless snowfields of Chill, with my brothers and sisters .....why did I ever leave ?

I stared for hours through the window, still nothing but distant stars in the darkness.
They seemed to be stationary, wasn´t the ship moving ? Would I be stuck here forever,
alone in space ?

I sealed off most of the spaceship manually to concentrate the remaining airsupplies to the bridge, where I was currently living. They had not yet reached critical low levels, but Peters wasn´t the most fit of the team, I had just half a week or so left of his poor skinny body.
And clearly the Frother was pumped full of something, that I wouldent expose myself to exept in extreme needs.
The batterys were starting to die, rescue must come soon....

Then on the 67´th day as I was sleeping, a loud “Klank” and a shiver of the spaceship woke me up.
I jumped up and ran to the observation window, my mind wasn´t playing tricks on me this time.
Something had attached to the top of the ship, it was a SLA ship.
I yelled out some rubbish in joy, and ran to the airlock. Two men in spacesuits were already in it, weapons drawn. They looked quite surprised when they saw me, the doors sprung open and they rushed in and pinned me to the floor. I was laughing frantically of joy which didn´t exactly calm them, but I didn´t care. This time there was no doubt, living things were touching me yet again.

I was put into custody, while an investigation was going on. Due to the long period of uncontrolled deep freezing, sadly neither of the crew or team could be retrieved.
After a week of numorous Honesty sessions, it was determined that I was talking the truth.
I was released into psychological treatment. This treatment that I rather would be free of going into details with, took two weeks. I was then sent on recreation on Orienta, where i had daily meetings with a cunsulting psychologist.
Since I had to pay for this “recreation” myself, and I didn´t really feel that sick, I decided to spend some time at the local Dojo´s to sharpen off my Nin-Jitsu skills.
I had been close to inactive for the last three months, so I could sure need some exercise.

I contacted the remains of my old team, we had been written off as dead two months earlier.
They had found replacements, but I was welcome to join them if I wanted.
I decided not to and find another team, one that I wouldn´t have a hard time looking in the eyes.

Phoenix Blood Geyser Soul

2005-11-24T11:45:00.000+01:00

Interview with Tempest(T) during evaluation, Meny march 897
Interviewer Doctor Lana Derville (LD)

LD: Welcome Tempest, this...
T: My name is Phoenix Blood, I don't use Tempest since I came here.
LD: Allright Tem...erhm Phoenix Blood. Welcome to this Interview. We're here to establish what would be best for you after this year.
T: Thankyou Miss Derville.
LD: Why do you want to specialize in Investigation/Interrogation?
T: I like finding things.
LD: What things?
T: Secret things, knowledge, solving mysteries, I like to beat the bad guy when it comes to solving puzzles.
LD: Right. You're very strong in close combat and your beast gives you an advantage, why don't you pursue your ebb?
T: I do, but my dad taught me not to rely entirely on my ebb and like my mom I want to evolve both mind and body into something greater. And I think I've learned what i need to handle myself in close combat.
LD: Your father is Brainwaster...Geyser?
T: Yes
LD: And your mother is Ebon...Phoenix is that correct?
T: Yes
LD: How do you feel about your parents being so different?
T: Is this a trick question? My parents are not different.
LD: Right...Most people would say that the temper of a Brainwaster....
T: Listen lady, my parents were brilliant, their temper was brilliant and I'm the product of a perfect union so don't go there.
LD: *cough* erhm...where were we? You suffer from migraine? And... you've had a cerebral hemorrhage some years ago, these two things are connected?
T: *sighs* Yes, I OD'ed on Pineal Stim when I was 8 because I wanted to develop my ebb like my parents. They'd both told me that it'd have to wait 'till I joined SLA as an operative, but I couldn't wait. Typical kid behaviour don't you think?
LD: erhm..yes...your parents... your father is dead, killed in a Thresher assault, and your mother is in an instituion for mentally ill people, how do you feel about that?
T: Are you stupid?
LD: Excuse me?
T: I said: Are...You...Stupid?
LD: erhm, no I wouldn't exactly say that Temp...Phoenix. I would just like for you to tell me in your own words how you feel about it.
T: ...
LD: ...
T: erhm...ok... right after my dad died I was very angry, I didn't think it was fair that he died. He was the best! But later, after talking a lot to my mom I realized that was what I wanted too - not to die I mean - but to be the best. I want to be a Nec.
LD: Necanthrope?
T: That's what I said wasn't it?
LD: But...
T: I wasn't done answering your first question!
LD: Go on
T: Thankyou Miss Derville. Both my parents are of little use to me now. I keep them in my heart and mind and can only hope that I'll ever reach their level. I know they both strived to become necs and I'll repay them by becoming one. Dark Night and Thresher took my parents I think they should've killed me too.
LD: Phoenix I think you would make an excellent Business operative, You've got a head for numbers and diplomacy and you're growing up to become an attractive girl, would you...
T:No! Forget it! I want investigation, I want knowledge. Business might open some doors, but this is what I want. If you wont recommend me I'll find someone who will.
LD: Are you threatening me?
T: No I'm just telling you the facts; I'm Geysers daughter, he still have friends out there. They will help me if I ask.
LD: ...
T: ...
LD: *sigh* All right.. Phoenix Blood, I'm going to recommend you to investigation/interrogation, don't disappoint me!
T: Thank you Miss Derville, it's been a pleasure.

First sighting...part 1

2005-11-24T06:31:00.000+01:00

January 24th 899:
We all met up in the BPN hall, Slayers Crib, to try again. Sean, Greg and Blue had had a nice easy BPN on the wall, Jack and Allan had been at home and my face was still a bit sore from the fight I'd been in yesterday.
Apparently we looked like a bunch of suckers; a couple of Brainwasters thought Sean would be an easy target so they started picking on him. Much to my surprise he managed to keep his anger under control and they soon left to find other targets. Not much later a couple of Frothers figured they were part of our team so they'd wait in line with us. We told them to go screw someones dog and that sent one of them into a rage that quickly stopped as the surveilance "painted" him - nice to see it actually works!
We got our BPN - another Blue one, this time from LAD - whoopie! We're to sign up with Lawrence in sector 7 upper Downtown. Lawrence tells us that we're to be standby on the dropships that pick up dead people, but he doesn't need us right now so he tells us to go get something to eat so we're ready for some running.
As we sit and drink coffee and talk about the bad luck we had with our first BPN we all notice that something is different with Blue. He's not as talkative as he was the first couple of days and it is as if there are things he need to be told again. I've heard of chem-cocktails that make you forget things but I've also heard of brain-scrubs, I know my old man had at least one, and I'm guessing they scrubbed Blue!
We return to Lawrence and he gives us some brief instructions on what our assignment is; we're to wait by the LAD dropship ready to go where-ever and kick ass on what-ever to save who-ever. And then we have to be careful that no Karma guys are hurt in the process - right!
The assignment is nearly over when we get an emergency, we pick up all our stuff and jump aboard the dropship - those pilots are total psychoes! We're thrown off in Lower Down Town Sector 777 - suck! As we leave the ship someone's shooting at us and the doctor offcourse. We run to get behind crumbled walls and piles of garbage to get cover from the bullets but we have no time to retaliate, we're really in a hurry. When we reach one of the guys there's little we can do; he's being eaten by 3 carriens and as we appear 5 carriens come out of the piles surrounding the area...great! They manage to deal some nasty wounds among the team before we manage to kill them and then we hurry on to get the rest of this guys team.
As we run through a rather open area we're being fired upon again. This time there's no ignoring it as the doctor is hit and we need him very much alive. Blue and Greg return fire and the sniper shoots Greg in the head - luckily with rather small calibered bullets so his helm takes most of the hit. Blue throws himself on top of Greg to shield him and as G'rr and Jack sprints to the building with the doctor, Blue, Greg, Sean and I draw fire and try to keep the sniper occupied.
When the sniper discovers that we've got people in the building he quickly withdraw. I cover the rest of the team (I'm the only one who hasn't been hurt) while they run to the building and as I prepare to run I see a very strange green flash from a window on the floor where the sniper was. Now what?!
I run as fast as I can to catch up with the rest of the team and as I reach the building i get a very panicky call from the team - they've got something I need to see...

Our first BPN. Part 4

2005-11-23T18:24:00.000+01:00

We were sent to "Blue Haven" (a Karma Fascility) to get a check up after this little incident. Since no-one knew what drugs we'd been submitted to we got a full healthcheck, detox and scan. They found bugs in both Sean and me they were carefully removed offcourse. Allan was still missing an arm and Sean was missing an eye. They'd found our deathsuits in the building and I don't know what they'd done to them, it was obvious that my suit was confused or scared, so I guess a bit of relaxation is important now.
When we were all waiting for out healthcheck to be cleared some Karmadude showed up - he'd probably sell an arm and an eye... As it turns out he had some papers for us to sign. Since it was LADs dropship that'd gone missing (and that wasn't our fault!) they're partly responsible for the loss of all our stuff. But they had a deal for us that we couldn't refuse... They'd pay for Allans arm, Seans eye and pay for all the equipment we'd lost if only we'd sign the papers. Allan read them through and informed us that the papers cleared LAD of all responsibility of our little "adventure". Being right out of Meny with no BPNs behind us (except this one that we just failed!!!) and therefore no money we had no option but to sign. And friendly as they are; LAD even made accounts for the team with 500C on each - I cannot believe how lucky we are.
It was a pretty strange experience to leave the fascilities, we'd gotten replacements for all our lost stuff, we had no money to speak of and we'd just dropped 0,1 SCL - shiver here I come.
We talked a bit about what to do next, Allan and Jack wanted to go home to their families and I wanted to go drink this experience away but the rest wanted to get a BPN as soon as possible (Greg was on his last UVs and Sean and Blue was just short on bullets or whatever...) So they went for a BPN (wallmaintenance) while I stopped at The Pit to get pissed and get my ass kicked by 2 random operatives.
A very strange conclusion to our first BPN!

Allan White Freeman

2005-11-23T11:12:00.000+01:00

AAA Business guy...

Born and raised in Suburbia, with a dictatorial mother, a henpecked father, and an older sister who shot herself at the age of ten. His mother always sheltered him from the harsh world of SLA, litterally. Whenever the TV channels were broadcasting footage with a violent or sexual content, his mother would personally cover his eyes. His mother always blamed rivalising companies for all the bad stuff in society. Everything was their fault: streetcrime, narcotics, real estate prizes, bad food quality, the rain, everything.
His mother always made plenty of food, and you had to eat up; otherwise a Thresher Sarge would evnetually drop down your block. Because of the food, and total lack of exercise, Allan ended up becomming quite chubby.
As regards learning, school was really great, but in the recess Allan would either hide or sell half his oversized lunchpackage for protection. His mother allways gave his father strictly orders to drive Allan all the way to the front door. During the drive his father would tell crazy fairytales of the time when he rampaged warworlds. This would be the only time that Allans' father even dared to open his mouth.
When the mother turned 30 Allan wanted to give her a present which could prove his love for her. He sneaked out at nigth and found a tatooist. Here he got a heart with “mother” drawn on his arm. Eventhough he had made a cake and decorated the house with flags, his mother completely freaked out when she saw the tatoo. Allan was grounded for a year and Allans' dad got beat up. This year he spent playing SLA-station and reading websites about SLA Industries and its rivals.
One day Allan found a SLA operative entrance examination. He fullfiled the test mostly for fun, but was however admitted. He knew his mother would never aprove letting him become an operative, so he made her believe that he was going to work at grandpas' old office. He actually meant to tell her when he had finished his training as an operative, but she was so proud of her son, so he didn´t want to break her illusions.

Allans' interactions towards the rest of the squad:
Blue: A true Karma wonder; deadly effiecient, deadly scary, all in all deadly
Phoenix Blood: Resolute, protective, and with razor sharp claws; kinda like mum
Jack: First-rate SLA Op. – If there were only more of his calibre (and with his calibre), I would be able to sleep better at night
Sean: Dangerous and unpredictable; like a bomb

A note from the GM.

2005-11-22T07:58:00.000+01:00

Welcome to my world.

I’m a 31 year old male. Been a master for half my life and have had the pleasure of this team for some months now. Before this we played DND. (3.0)
It’s like this: NO ONE plays SLA with me before they are 18. I use graphic violence, drugs and bumping uglies. I keep nothing back and expect everyone to do the same. This is ugly when it’s the best. Nothing like 12.7 and UV to keep you going. That was the fun part.

2 things rule my game. Rules for keeping “you” sane and me breaking rules for keeping you unbalanced. Stories are written in reverse. Meaning: It has already happened. You are playing a situation that already has played out! More? Ok. There would not be a story about a team like the one you are reading about if not something extraordinary happens. That said. It’s always about “them.” Often it feels like they are someone who is looking at it all happening before them. In the end when all the treads are strung and all the plots have been solved. The masterpiece comes to its fulfilment and the players role is revealed. There is my game. If every one thought that it would be a walk in the park… Well who would bother? I keep ‘em running and screaming as much as possible. I’m not saying that I’m some kind of a brilliant master or that I know what I’m doing. I’m too lazy for that. I AM SAYING: “I try.”

I’m forgetting something… Oh… my name… sorry. I always forget that one. I’m Hans. My online handle (at the moment) is truefear. (Go figure) you can call me whatever you find fitting for this place.

Now that Fuzzy has taken my “mittens” off, I will try to answer some of your questions. Do not ask about spoilers. I will not ruin the game for the players (who will be reading this… lol). I will not write you (e-mail or otherwise). This is fuzzies Blog and I’m only here as a guest.

Last: Love your interest in AAA adventures. I'll look into your questions after this is posted.

Hans/truefear

Our first BPN. Part 3

2005-11-17T19:07:00.000+01:00

When I came to myself everything was bright white. My arms and legs were strapped to the bed, my suit was nowhere in sight and my head was spinning. I slowly realized that I was in a hospital and when I looked around i could tell that most of the team was here too. A nurse came in and when she saw I was awake she came to my bed checked my pulse and asked if i wanted anything. I asked why I was here and she told me the doctor would talk to me later and then she gave me a shot of something.
I slept.
I awoke to the sound of Sean yelling. the nurse was trying to calm him down and I got a glimpse of the temper of a real Brainwaster - Go Sean! I could tell that the other had heard him too for there was a lot of groaning and stretching. Allan discovered that his arm was still missing and as he started whimpering the nurse gave Sean a shot and quickly proceeded to Allan. As she discovered the rest of us were getting more agitated she quickly adjusted our IV drops and soon I slept again.
I drifted in and out of sleep during the next couple of...? hours? days? I sometimes heard the others complain and sometimes I heard myself ask to talk to a doctor. Everytime I got the same response "the doctor will talk to you soon" and then i got a new shot of whatever drug. I quickly figured out that I had to stop asking to see a doctor (since it always triggered more drugs) and as my head cleared a bit i noticed that Allan was still missing an arm, and that the nurses were strangely alike(and all called "Betty"), there was no buzzing from a TV, no one had come to see us (except the nurses) and judging from the smell we hadn't seen a bath for a couple of days.
As it dawned on all of us that something was wrong we figured we'd have to do something fast or we'd just be forgotten here in this horrible place. Blue was not with us, but the rest of the team was here. G'rr tested how strong our restraints were - judging from his face even Blue would be in trouble if he'd have to get out of this. Sean was in total frenzy and tried to wriggle out of the straps but only result was alarming the nurse who came running with a shot for the rebellious 'waster. Nurse Betty looked around at the rest of us and we all put up or most innocent faces - to no avail - shots for everyone :(
When I awoke again I could hear Allan whimpering and a low murmur from G'rr. Allan was, with his missing arm, the only one who had a small chance of getting out of the straps, so G'rr was trying to convince him to try and break free. It took a lot of persuasion from all of us but finally Allan agreed to try and break free the next time Betty had been here.
So after Betty had been checking up on us, our little timid Allan wriggled and bit himself out of the restraints with much encouragment from the rest of us. Soon he was out and a few seconds later the entire team was ready to go - only problem; no guns, no armor, no drugs! And we had no idea where the heck we were and what would be out there.
So we decided to catch ourselves a nurse, maybe ask her a couple of questions, and then get the hell out. Sean called nurse Betty and as soon as she opened the door we jumped her to pin her down. What we hadn't expected was a psycho bitch with nasty closecombat skills. We tried to pacify her fast but we ended up accidentally killing her... I really hoped our intuition on this were right.
We looked at the dead nurse - this was bad... Blonde, blue eyes, puffy lips, pretty except for the hard lines around eyes and mouth, short white uniform, stay-ups - no panties!!! Kinky! This was definitely not your average nurse. We stripped her and I put on the uniform, it almost fit, and while the rest of the team waited I walked out into the hallway.
As soon as I entered the hall it was obvious this wasn't a real hospital. Everything was dirty and looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Down the hallway were cameras on both side and I decided to do something about that first. Since I had no resemblance with the nurses (obviously ebon, black hair no shoes) I had to act fast to avoid discovery - it might be possible that the other nurses would come look for the Betty we'd just killed. I killed the first camera and noticed that further down the hall was the nurses private room - I could hear voices and laughter. I quickly ran back to the other camera and pulled the plug. Further down this hall was a big firedoor with "exit" written above it. For a second I thought of taking a closer look but decided against it - there could be an alarm on it.
I ran back to the others and told them what I'd seen and heard and as we stood there arguing what to do, another Betty entered the room. She spotted the dead, naked Betty on the floor and imediately went for her alarm. In the pure chaos that followed we killed her too and as the boys ran out the door and down the hallway I stashed the Bettys behind a bed and followed.
In the hallway we checked all the rooms and it was the same everywhere; dark, dirty, small rooms filled with loads of junk. We walked past a large glass window; in the room behind we could see a man sitting on the floor in a pile of dirt. He was muttering to himself, making angry gestures now and then - we hurried down to the nurses room.
We barged through the dor G'rr, Sean and Greg first. And in no-time the two women were on the floor dead. Allan, Jack and I stared at the TV wall in the middle of the room - what was this?
While the others found some stunbattons and other nifty clubs in the lockers, Allan and I looked at the screens. As far as we could tell from theese images we were somewhere in the middle of a subversive (Dark Night?) stronghold in DownTown. We were on the 7th or 8th basement floor and we'd have to pass several armed guards and random followers to even get off the next floor - this would fit nicely into the bad things cathegory!
We were pretty much fucked without any weapons or armor, Sean and I started to feel the need for our suits and we were still influenced by whatever drugs were in our IVs'.
The team was on the verge of breaking because of our vulnerable position and our discussion was turning into a childish argument when we finally agreed on sending Sean and G'rr out to search this floor for weapons, drugs and whatever might be handy. The rest of us watched the screens, scanning for any clues on where we were while the two stealthy guys ran down the halls of the dark hospital.
Finally they came back and with them they had a monarch. They'd encountered this scumbag (Bones) while he was having a good time with 2 Bettys. Sean and G'rr had killed the Bettys and pacified Bones - he was going to get us out! Sean was bleeding from his eye as one of the Bettys had punctured it with a stilletto.
We punched Bones around untill he agreed to tell us a little about what he was doing here. Apparently he didn't know anything about what was going on and he was willing to sell anybody to get out of this mess. I didn't really care how much he knew, I just wanted to get out - fast!
So we took his phone and I called Central who punched me through to Azer. He was extremely angry that we had messed up this nice little BPN he'd bought for us - I wasn't really in the mood for chatting so I told him to shut up and get his thumb out of his ass - this was important. It shut him up long enough for me to ask him to come and get us out of this DN stronghold before we were discovered. I could hear him moving really fast and yelling orders at some people around him, then he told me to keep the phoneline open and he'd find us. I told him that the monarch had given us a sector number but I wasn't sure if I could trust it. Azer wasn't worried he'd find us.
I kept the phoneline open and while we waited for the cavalry we followed anything that happened in the building on the tv screens. It didn't take many minutes before the upper floors of the building was swarming with SLA operatives and Shivers. Finally Azer opened the door to the nurses room and behind him some rough looking troops - we were getting out!

Later Azer told us that we had been reported missing after our last assignment. Apparently we had all been wounded so the medics had picked us up to get us into quarantine and get some medical treatment when the transporter had disappeared. Blue had been on his way to Karma with a different transport since he'd been sliced to shreds. They'd looked everywhere for us but we were simply gone and we'd been gone for 5 days when we suddenly called out of nowhere.
He asked us if we knew a serialkiller named Whistler since he apparently was the one responsible for this hole mess - that was a negative from all of us. We'd only been a team for a couple of days and already a serialkiller had taken notice of us. This could be good or really, really bad!

Our first BPN. Part 2

2005-11-15T21:06:00.000+01:00

January 17th 899:
Wake up, out of bed, out of the door - lets go! We're all here on time - Yay! Marketday. Allan parked the Augustus and then we headed out to meet "the people". Allan stayed by the car to make sure nothing happened to it and Sean headed out to find someplace where he could get a nice clear view of the area.

OMG! We're in trouble, this is impossible! A billion-billion people and only our rookie team to keep everything under control. How are we supposed to observe and show ourselves when we drown in people? And this is just first group? Stupid BPN be more funny!
During first shift everything is just fine but then when second group is on it's way to the area and the first group is leaving everything goes wrong. Some guy suddenly freaks out, he's aggresive and violent, yells and spit at people and is generally being a total pain in the ass. The shivers spot him and moves in to pacify him. There's too many people and too little visibility and suddenly it seems as if the shivers are using a bit of excessive force. More people join the fray and as we move into the crowd we can tell that the mood has changed. Blue picks up the first agressor and the shivers tries to get everyone to calm down and clear out. But the situation is already way out of control, apparently the rage is contagious, the slightest touch by an agressor sets it off. I try to reach Blue to get him out of the crowd and get rid of our first victim - but too late! Our huge prototype stormer variant chagrin is starting too look very strange and I can already picture the headlines this will make!
I yell at Blue to move out of the crowd and back to the car. I can see he's fighting for control and he keeps repeating the same line over and over ''I'm contaminated". As i keep on telling Blue to move back to the car I call Winthers; this is already totally out of control since the shivers are now pounding people to bloody pulp. G'rr lets out a warcry and starts plowing through people with his scythe I need to get out fast! If I let the beast out now...
Greg orders Blue to the car and as I talk to Winthers and tell him what I want - NOW - I can see the huge stormer walk through the crowd towards the car. Luckily Sean is in place above all this and there's little chance that whatever it is that makes people freak will get to him. Winthers assures me that he'll send in the smart guys and not the gun guys and promise that they'll be there fast. I'm afraid it isn't fast enough!
Suddenly there's a huge creaking noise and the wheel from the huge Ferris wheel comes off with a very loud noise. I feel like crying! This turns the market into a total and complete warzone! There's blood and bodyparts everywhere and the tent above us starts to fall letting enormous amounts of water rush in over the crowd - so much for a nice quit BPN for starters!
I turn off the brain and let the beast out - to hell with everything I'm leaving!
As i get out from the area I see Greg and Blue at each others throats. Allan is on the ground, his arm is missing and I notice it hanging from a fence 25 feet down the street. After plunging a kickstart in his chest I turn to face the stormer and the frother, someones been bad...

Our first BPN. Part 1

2005-11-14T18:30:00.000+01:00

January 16th 899:
Slayers Crib – 5 in the morning. No one is late – amazing – not even the Brainwaster.… we’re looking at 2 hours waiting just to get in *sigh*. We decided to go for 3rd Eye News Hall instead. Tons of people there too but we gave it a try anyway. We also discovered how they keep people in line there. Any aggressive behaviour is stopped on the spot by heavily armed guards and automatic weaponsystems – one warning and then it’s out – for good! Hope that guy over there has LAD :)
After waiting.. and waiting… and waiting… we finally got our blue BPN. YAY! An open BPN in suburbia – 50C a day for the team. Apparantly an easy assignment…
We reported to Sgt Winthers (chief of the sector) in 317 suburbia and he informed us of our assignment. A factory is celebraiting their anniversary so there might be sometrouble in the area. Wheelarc (another operative team) is in sector 320 – so if we get in over our heads they’re ready to jump in. We’re just supposed to show ourselves and try to keep everybody in line.
We had a brief talk in the team and decided to go look at the factory. It’s a kind of creepy place, strangely unreal… We walked down the street to get an impression of the area, but suddenly Blue was hit in the shoulder by a light weapon – huh?
It was easy to figure out where the gunshot came from and I ran for the building with G’rr Ch’ld right behind me.
Sean showed off and folded into the building and we didn’t hear from him untill I asked for status from the team. What he said didn’t make much sense (glowing thing with 8 arms and tentacles?!!) but it was good to hear that he hadn’t been off’ed – yet!. Blue and G’rr Ch’ld ran past me seconds ago and soon I heard serious loud noise from upstairs. Damn I hate my short legs – it felt like running in slow motion compared to the rest... I dived into the hall – tried to adjust my sight – aim… Blue and G’rr are in my way – damn closecombat guys…
I spot their opponent down the hall WTF!? What is that thing? … I browse my brain for knowledge of shiny things with tentacles – dam it -Tek Trex! The drone totally rips G’rr apart and Blue moves in to take some of the heat. Sean is nowhere to be seen and I wonder if the thing has thrown him out of the window.
Suddenly the thing shuts down with a rather strange sound and we manage to panic because none of us is sure what it does. So the team runs for the door except me – I’m still going through my library of Tek Trex knowledge and calling in shivers. So I wait at the end of the hall keeping an eye on the drone. Out of nowhere a Tek Trex doctor shows up, grabs the drone and start walking away. I shoot him with little effect and then he just walks away. I call the team and all of them run up the stairs again – I already love my job! As they arrive we follow the doctor through hallways and rooms – and then he’s gone. Sean and G’rr run to the roof and we run downstairs.
After a few minutes the shivers arrives and we call in some airsupport but the doctor is gone. Sean tells about he’s insane stunt where he jumped out the window to hide from the doctor and then folded to somewhere 6 feet of the ground – crazy Brainwaster!
We have no luck finding the Doc so after several hours of searching we let the shivers do the rest and head home to get some sleep.

Offgame notes...

2005-11-14T13:49:00.000+01:00

I've decided that sometimes a little explaining or update is in order - especially for those people who are kind enough to comment on our adventures (you know who you are - Thank you!)
So from now on all off-game comments are written in another color than the rest of the Blog. If any of you are colorblind I'm sorry!
Just posting this to let you know that I'm still working on the translation. I've just decided that I'll do a lot of cutting from the original material or I'll never finish this. Hopefully I'll be able to post a few BPNs before long - or at least post some of the things that has been really important to the team.
And if I'm really lucky some of the other players will translate a few notes about themselves and maybe tell their version of the story - this could be real fun! :)
Anyways - back to you Phoenix Blood...

In my room...

2005-11-10T09:23:00.000+01:00

Bellamie Asylum 899, date: unknown
As I'm walking from one end of the cell to the other, avoiding to look at the clock above the door, I can't help but wonder how we got into such a mess. I'm fairly certain that the surviving Necs from "the Dragons" must have something to do with this. And since they're back under SLA's protective wings we can't do anything about it, they can mess up our lives until we die. Only possibilities - as I see it - is trying to get them to Orienta again - they might have an accident! Or we'll have to follow the rules to the letter, no bending or stretching - we'll have to be a textbook example, give them no chance of pinning us on anything. Yeah right as if that'll ever happen!

Here I have lots of time to think about what has happened so far. I think about how I met the others, how AAA came into being. Somethings I can't remember that clearly - other incidents are very much alive for me. I want to remember everything I've done so far - even the bad things...
It all began January 15th 899:
I was standing on the station trying to figure out what to do next. The train from Meny was just in and 20.000 confused and newly trained operatives were trying to figure out where to go and what to do. I really had no choice, seconds ago I'd gotten a message from some guy named Azer. He introduced himself as my monitor and asked me to come to his office ASAP where I'd be introduced to my team - funny I don't remember signing up for a team anywhere?!
Azer (weird guy) asked us to take care of ourselves and not get killed during the first couple of weeks. He asked us to do our jobs and not make any trouble for him or ourselves! While he talked I looked at my new teammates: human, human, frother, shaktar, brainwaster (all male as far as I can tell) and a stormer but different from any other stormer I've ever seen. We're told that our team has been decided by a very advanced program to create a team suitable to help the new stormer variant chagrin to find its place in the World of Progress. The stormer is 1 out of 5 chagrin to pass the tests at Orange. He was introduced to us as Blue. The shaktar is G'rrCh'ld, the Brainwaster is Sean, the frother is Greg and the humans are Jack and Allan - all male.
We decided to go get something to eat and talk a bit about individual training and what to expect from our first assignments. We all agreed that we'd try to get something "easy" for our first BPN; since none of us knew eachother we had no way of knowing how this team would work. And we certainly didn't know what to expect from Blue. We'd all seen the commercials on TV about the new stormer variants that'd be implemented next year - but none of us had expected to actually have one in our team - ever!

We f***** up!!! part 6

2005-11-07T18:21:00.000+01:00

We we're all a bit skeptical about Taggart and his last message, but we decided to go have a look after all - if he wanted to win by being a bitch so be it.
We met him - and he wore a god damn power armor - modified with who knows what, and a heavy weapon with 17 mm slugs - he would've painted the area with our team!!! He told us that something had gone wrong when the medic team moved in to pick up Sean, Star and Cross. Apparently Star had gone totally insane and had ripped everybody apart, skinned them and torn them to pieces - except Sean. It was still possible for LAD to save him but we had little time. Taggart showed us some footage Star had sent him and we were all horrified to see how Star had chained Sean to the ceiling upside down - like bait in a mouse trap!
Taggart asked us to get Sean and then he'd try to keep Star busy.
Jack, Allan and I ran for the building we recognized from the footage and Blue covered our back - I was so scared that not even UV could keep my hair from standing on end - what the hell had been in the bullets Sarin had used on Star?
As we arrived at the building there was no one there - except the sad remains of a medic team. I sprinted (with my damn short legs) to the building, counting on the rest of the team to cover me while I recovered the Brainwaster. After all I was the only one with a full set of armor and the physique to fight hand to hand with an unknown enemy. There was a loud guttural roar and then the sound of something huge and very heavy moving through the area. There was the sound of rattling chains and then I could see Sean falling to the ground - I pushed everything in my body to the limits - I was going to get him out of there in one piece!
Suddenly Star appeared next to me - maybe 10 paces away and both Jack and Allan shouted a warning at me - one I chose to ignore, if Sarin had used the bullets and turned Star into the freak in front of me I was partly to blame.
Star... what can I say? There's no explaining what he had become. Everywhere on him large green pussfilled lumps of flesh had grown. Where he had been wounded the growth were extreme, we could almost see him growing as he ran to intercept me. He hit me square in the chest with his arm as Allan, Jack, Blue and Taggart fired at him. It was like being hit with a Stormer 313. His arm was the size of a small house and i could see that he had put javelins through his arm making the flesh grow and grow around the already large arm. I flew through the air trying to avoid breaking something when I landed, I could hear the sound of some very heavy weapons being fired. I kept low trying to keep out of harms way. I could hear the others cursing and moaning and as I looked up I could see Star tumbling forwards while new lumps of flesh sprouted from his bullet wounds - he just kept getting bigger and bigger.
Taggart cursed, switched to auto-fire and told everyone to hit the deck - we did! The noise was indescribeable and bulletcasings rained on the floor. Taggarts armor was slowly pushed back by the force of his riffle, even though he had spiked it to the ground. I looked in horror as the thing that had been Star were hit by numerous 17mm rounds as if it were bullets from a childs toy... And everywhere new flesh grew from the body, making our opponent bigger and bigger.
I crawled as fast as I could to the place where Sean was, as long as Taggart kept shooting, it wouldn't go for the rest of us - I hoped. I grabbed Sean - head and ass - flung him over my shoulder and ran for the exit. Allan, Jack and Blue was right behind me trying to get a clear way out.
As we ran, Allan suggested that Star was infected with the food virus, the one we prevented DN from stealing from McVay. We were not quite sure of how the virus worked, but it was supposed to grow infinite amounts of food out of already existing tissue - I guess human flesh would fit into the food category?yuk!
We jumped into the waiting car and sped to the nearest LAD fascility, we had no idea what we were gonna say, but Sean needed help and at the moment none of us wanted to think about the consequenses of this.

Maybe we should've given this more thought for as we arrived at Karma the guys in the black armors, the heavy guns and the Dark Finders logo were waiting for us. The friendly Karma guys in white coats grabbed Sean (Sarin was already there) and the not so friendly guys in black armor escorted us to different locations for a small chat - I really wished I'd stayed in bed this morning!
They asked about everything - apparently everything I've done since first day out of school has been illegal and against SLA regulations. Our team has supported a soft company, we've killed 4 (!!!) Necs, I've stolen a relic (my husbands dagger), we've kept things to ourselves that should've been reported (the stolen Augustus, Orienta, Whisper), we've influenced Karma property to commit subversive acts (Blue and Red) and they're not completely certain of our loyalty as we have been involved with DN for quite a number of times. No amounts of begging, crying, shouting, cursing or swearing would make these guys believe anything I said, and after a while - I'm not proud of this - I just decided to spill the beans. I told everything! GanNing left the dagger and I just prayed that they wouldn't pick up on it, I don't really think they cared, it was just another thing to put me up on.
When the "interview" was over I was finished. The way everything had been portrayed I knew we were in deep shit - termination was a possibility for all of us! We were left with two options: we could sign a release form - it would effectively be the same as a termination considering the enemies we've made. Or we could go through 6 months of rehab in "Bellamie Asylum" and then maybe continue our carreer as SLA operatives. I must admit that for a second I considered the release form and then take my chances maybe try to get back to Orienta. But the rest of the team would most likely end up in a rubber cell and I wouldn't be able to help them in any way.
So there really was no choice... AAA signed up for 6 months of mindfuck...

We f***** up!!! Part 5

2005-11-05T09:40:00.000+01:00

Well as we stood in the middle of a large puddle of blood (Jack looked like something out of Slaughterhouse Six) Blue suggested that we take a break and talk a bit about strategy as we were all rather tired and beat. Both Sarin, Blue and Jack were messed up and both Blue and Jack were wearing almost non-existing armors. Once again I thanked whatever gods were listening, for my ebbsuit, it had saved my ass more than once today!
We found a place were we could sit down and relax for a couple of minutes - get something to eat and drink while we talked about the last two opponents we were to face. We were pretty sure that one of them was Taggart (the bastard) and we still hadn't encountered the silverback. We were also pretty convinced that one of them were a guy in a heavy powerarmour with some serious heavy weapon - as if the guy with the 12.7 minigun wasn't using serious heavyweapons :(
As we looked at our weapons we knew we had a snowballs chance in hell to pull this one off! Blue suggested that we tried to catch silverback and beat him senseless or at least punch him in the face until he agreed to tell us how his automated weaponssystem worked. Once in our control we'd use the autoguns to peal the armor from "Mr heavy weapons & armor" and then take him down with a well-assorted bunch of punches to the head! (I really, really hope that Silverback is Taggart - I'd so much love to break his face)
We went hunting for the Silverback. Sarin was front as usual, his tracking abilities much better than the rest of us. We found the perfect hideout for the scout/assassin type in Silverback and decided to see if we could find some clues as to where the guy was hiding. We were standing in a room with a pit approximately 25 feet deep and as we stand there staring down this hole we realize something is "off". We all look up at about the same time and discover that the shaft continues over our heads but it disappears into darkness. Sarin pulls out the motiontracker and after a few seconds he pulls his gun out and shoot up through the shaft. Jack quickly pulls his gun out and sprays the ceiling as Sarin with help from Blue jumps up through the shaft. The rest of us stare at the dark spot on the ceiling unable to tell what's going on. Suddenly there's a loud cry from Sarin, and the Silverback comes floating down with a Blitzer in each hand. He pulls the triggers as soon as he sees us and both Allan and I are hit - this might hurt a bit!
Suddenly Sarin comes diving out of the ceiling, obviously trying to hit Mr Silverback he tries to get him down. What our scout had forgotten was the rather large drop from the platform we're standing on to the bottom of this pit - as Sarin dives past Silverback we all stare in horror as he continues his fall to the bottom of the pit. We quickly pull ourselves together and tries to get our opponent within reach. When he decides to shoot at Jack we all know this was a mistake and surely enough - Jack shoots the guy twice and blasts him into oblivion - So much for that plan...
We're all rather shocked about Sarin - and as we stand there staring at his broken body on the bottom of the pit I know I'll take this out on Taggart - even though both Sarin and Sean will be OK again (I Hope) I can't help but feel he screwed us over...
As we're asked to leave the area for the sake of the medic team we were called by Taggart. He asked us to meet him - there'd been an incident. The tone in his voice left no room for doubt - something had happened.

A small note

2005-11-03T11:17:00.000+01:00

Sunday our GM decided to make a small Halloween special - he didn't tell us about it though. So when our worst nightmares started showing up in our cells torturing us to death, and have us wake up in the white - still dead - we were ready for some real psychobabble. On top of it all the 10 serialkillers (one of them only named W. L.) were out of their cells and had somehow gained access to their equipment.
We were dragged through the sightseeing tour of The White by the lokal touristguide Mr Walker(minus Allan who'd had a close encounter with W. L. wearing a pumpkin head...)
We were all kinda baffled by this but we were not really suspicious since we were in a mental institution and something strange was bound to happen!
When we stepped out of The White it was beautiful; all of us had changed into the beast we really are inside and we were ready to fight for Mr Slayer and kick Bitterness in the face.
But monday morning we all received an e-mail from the GM "Best wishes and hope you enjoyed the Halloween special! Oh and you've got evaluation with your shrink next sunday!"

We f***** up!!! part 4

2005-11-02T00:20:00.000+01:00

As I stared in disbelief on our stormer the rest of the team was packing up and ready to leave. Blue looked at me with a strangely familiar look in his eyes and then he fell to his knee. I grabbed his arm and Jack took his other arm and while running i poured 2 or 3 proteine drinks in him - what the heck was going on? I'm absolutely sure he was hit by at least 3 bullets (12.7) from the minigun before hitting the water - the spear had taken most of his chest - and he had been hit under water too. My brain was working overtime but the UV in my blood made it impossible to think straigth. Blue grinned at me and pulled his arms out of my grip and then he ran after the rest. Jack and I looked at each other and then we decided it was better not to say anything. I guess prototype stormers are different from the rest?
We decided to get above ground again - actually we had no choice - but it sounds better when I'm saying it like this.
Sarin was front as usual and as he climbed up a narrow ladder he was hit - again! Another ambush - are SLA operatives that predictable? We decide that Blue climbs out first and then Sarin. Sarins skills as a scout is a hell of alot better than Blues but Blue is obviously impervious to hurt.
The rest of us wait with anticipation but in a couple of seconds they both come tumbling down the ladder - Sarin shot again. They both agree that there's something wrong with the way Sarin was shot but obviously we have to get moving and if we all scatter when we get above ground there's a bigger chance we won't all be shot. Right now we're guessing that the dude in the Silverback must be the one we're looking for so we have to just move our asses and hope for a little bit of luck as he is much more mobile than we are!
We throw ourself out of the sewer and run for nearest cover. I throw my self down next to Jack and spot movement on a roof nearby. Just as I turn to tell him bullets rip through that wall Blue was just standing next to and he dives for cover.
We just realise that it must be automatic weapons systems, sentury guns or something - as if we have a chance against that? We agreed to run for one of the demolished buildings to get better cover and maybe take out a gun or two.

We sprinted through rubble with bullets flying around us and as we reached the building Sarin took over again. he soon discovered at neatly set up trap with 2 sentury guns and with some beautiful circus shooting he took out both, making it possible for us to move this way through!
As we moved through the building - Sarin still in front and me right behind our stresslevels got another notch into the red area. The sniper guy had set up several sentury guns all of them with backup guns making it pretty hard to take them out.
As we stepped into a room we were attacked by a wraith raider. He had been standing against the wall waiting for all of us to get into the room - well he hadn't counted on my keen senses - hehe! I hit him with my Gash fist smack on the nose making him curse and gag but retaliate with a very accurate hit to my eye. Luckily I managed to turn my head enough to avoid him puncturing my eye :(
He jump ran past the rest of the team and sprinted down the narrow halls, Blue and Sarin on his tail... Jack and I looked at eachother - darn short legs! We hid behind a bend waiting for the others to catch the sneaky kitty. As we stood there we heard the sound of nasty... We just knew we were in trouble - none of the others would make it back in time and they were probably already too far away to hear normal fighting. Jack stepped out in front of the person coming around the corner and I tumbled to get around him - something I soon regretted. Our opponent (Mr Circle) was wearing an armor resembling the Dogeybone - slightly smaller but still rather intimidating in his hands were a huge scythe - practically too big to make any real good moves but large enough to make it almost impossible to geet past him. Jack pulled out his gun and fired two shots right in the chest of mr. scythe - it had an effect but the scythe cut some nasty holes in Jacks armor - I managed to get past the scythe and tried to jump the guys back pinning his arms and making it easier on Jack. He was extremely strong and I could hear the sound of Jack getting sliced (Mr Scythe apparently didn't care about the "not in the head - rule") but I could also hear scythe-guy getting seriously hurt by Jacks bullets. Finally I got a handhold on the guy and I pinned his arms to his side. Jack got a clear shot and took it - the guy spasmed and I rolled of him away from the scythe as he fell to the floor - Go Jack!
Blue and Sarin came back grinning - they'd really kicked the Wraith Raider (square) around. Blue had even thrown Sarin at a point making our kitty a tad annoyed - but he'd gotten his prey and made a nice example out of him - Square would probably need an entire new face after this.
4 down - 2 to go...

We f***** up!!! part 3

2005-10-28T09:47:00.000+02:00

Medicine... not working... remembering... too much!

As we entered the area (some of us had to help Blue with his proteine drinks - I swear the guy drinks 15 liters of the stuff every day) we had to be quick about finding somewhere to start. As the Suits had played here before (and only lost once or twice) they had every advantage. All we knew was that they probably had every single nifty gadget on the market (and prototype/customized shit not on the market!)
We ran for the sewers with Sarin in front very alert and ready to toast anything moving.
As we tried to sneak through the sewers we were all surprised by the details and feeling of the setting. If felt so real and I know it influenced my take on this assignment - I must admit the 1000 credit reward was a nice payment too - but most of all I wanted to kick some smart asses around :o)
After a very short period we entered a couple of drains with a large chamber. Sarin in front took a dive from the door and was just about to signal the rest of us when he was hit. Some sick fuck with a vibrodisc sent him spinning and the rest of us readied for some serious hurt.
As we stood in the drain covered from whoever was in the room we could suddenly tell that either the guy had moved or there were two of them. I seriously hoped for 1 guy who'd moved!
Unfortunately my hopes were shattered as we realized there was a wacko with a Surekill and he was out to off our scout. The rest of us tried to cover Sarin and as we realised it was impossible Sean made a crazy dive into the room - making another great target! As he did that Blue and I ran for the guy with the Vibrodisc - why do I always make bad decisions when I'm excited?
The water in the room was thigh-high making it almost impossible to run - stupid stupid stupid!
As we came out into the open I realized the guy we were heading for was wearing a Dogeybone armour and apparently he liked javelins - at least he was aiming for Blue with a huge fucking tree! Blue was hit in the chest staggering a couple of feet backwards. As I half turned to yell at him - half continued forward I was hit in the chest too. Without any time to warn Blue he pulled the spear from his chest making it explode in blood and bone - damn! I cut the spear that hit me with my claws and decided to continue for the guy with the Surekill - Sean got the same idea. What I hadn't realized was that the low path that ran through the room made the water rise from thigh-high to 2 feet over my head - curses!
I threw myself on top of mr Surekill (Cross) and Sean followed. After a very short fight below water the guy finally stopped moving. I could hear heavy automatic fire above me and I decided to swim underwater away from Sean and Cross - that proved a wise decision!
As I looked up I could see the guy in the Dogeybone (Star) and cradled in his arms was a minigun (I'm guessing warworld equipment) And for the 134th time this day I was wondering why I joined this totally far out game! I could see that Blue made a half turn and as he was hit by the slugs from the minigun he dived into the water. I deemed it necessary to even the odds a bit and let a dose of UV kick in - sweet!
I moved further away from the people in the water and as Star sprayed the area where Sean, Blue and Cross were, I prayed his gun would jam or explode or something.
Finally he stopped shooting and as I jumped out of the water I could hear the rest of the team move into positions to take this psycho out. A couple of nasty seconds later Star was on the ground two small holes in his helmet - Bad Kitty!!! Sarin barred his teeth in a snarl or a grin - so much for the "don't shoot at the head" rule!
We had pretty much given up on Sean and Blue. But as we were about to leave the room, Blue pulled himself out of the water - I was totally stunned - and very very scared; what had happened at Orienta?

We f***** up!!! part 2

2005-10-25T15:26:00.000+02:00

Well as I were telling before the medication made my head all fuzzy we're really in trouble now. Everything we do is evaluated by shrinks and i can't shake the feeling that too many wrong answers will end my very short carreer as a SLA operative. I'm just grateful that my parents wont see this!
Well to start from the beginning:
We dodged the fight with the DN team once we realized that it wasn't some hastily assembled team we were gonna fight - it was the number one DN team - a bunch of psychos wacked up on Gods know what! So after a short talk with Alpha Team we decided to go with what we had and make a run for it. Instead a couple of other teams and single operatives tried their luck - with little success - and the DN team almost wiped them out!
We headed for Parr again hoping to get a couple of easy Blue assignments - and we did! After the easy assignment we dared to risk our necks on a silver, a sweet deal involving us and some suits, loads of stun-weapons and a large area to play on. Even though we were masked and noone will ever know we were on TV, it was the funniest assignment we've had so far!
As we agreed to this silly assignment we also agreed to a far more serious assignment concerning fights for fun. A bunch of suits with too much money, too much time and way too much testosterone wanted to fight our team - for real in an environment much like Cannibal Sector. They wouldn't act as a team - they had some wagers on who'd kill the most operatives. We were free to decide how we'd act - as a team or as individuals. As it was training grounds there were some rules: No grenades, no ebb, no fire, no Red - no shooting at the head! Some doctors would stand by to monitor all vital signs and evac anyone in danger. So it wasn't really about killing people - just about the hunt and competition. Sounded like a lot of fun!
Sarin was contacted before the game by one of the players - he wanted an advantage over one of the others... well Sarin wasn't too happy about it but he really could use the money, so he took the 2 bullets given by the unknown suit without promising anything. Unfortunately he didn't have time to analyze the bullets before we were called in by our employers so he just put them in his pocket. He told me about it and I told him not to use the bullets - for all we knew it could be some flesheating virus or something.
So we were introduced to the tags of the ppl we were gonna hunt! Triangle, Square, Circle, Cross, Star, Crucifix - we didn't meet any of them though - except for one - Taggart our contact turned out to be Crucifix so he knows everything about us and we know nothing of them! To our advantage we are gonna work as a team and we're trained proffesionals *cough*.
Before going in we get searched by security and I get to use the flux I need for enhancement and protect. When we enter the area I wont be able to use my flux :(
With great anticipation we move into a small area similar to some of the places in CS - we're ready to hunt some psyched up richboys.

We f***** up!!! part 1

2005-10-24T11:58:00.000+02:00

Well yesterday AAA plummeted from grace hitting the pavement from a 200 feet building!
For reasons too complicated and entwined to explain DarkFinders suddenly appeared out of nowhere busting us for everything we've done in our 3 month long carreer as operatives(even some things I'm certain are OK). If I survive this without too many scars I promise I'll be a better person.
The entire team is currently admitted at "Bellamie Asylum for psychiatric patients with paranormal experiences". A wild guess - maybe 10 known serial killers are admitted here and at least 4 of them has taken an interest in the team... Whisper (an old "friend") being one of them. Most of them are whitetouched I suspect.
We're still wondering why we're still alive, the charges we were brought up against would have gotten us killed if we were on Mort. And Dr. McVay is not our saviour this time - he showed his face just to have us all fired from Karma - I wonder why :/
Blue is a total nutcase at the moment, he's getting bigger everyday and it seems as if he doesn't recognize us anymore - I'm suspecting that they might have "scrubbed" him.

We're in group therapy where we have to talk about our team, our sins and a loads of other psychobabble. I'm a bit scared what they might do to the team - currently it seems as if they're trying to figure out how we could live through all the shit we've done. And how our lack of a leader apparently has sent us down a path were noone should go...
When the medication wears off I'll try to write more - hopefully they wont throw me in isolation again...

Arms And Arms

2005-10-16T09:35:00.000+02:00

A very short description of the team...

Jack Harrison - played by Steffen
Human, Male, Deathsquad, Lives with his f***ed up family in upper Downtown (poor bastard)
Allan White - played by Mikkel
Human, Male, Business, lives with his parents in suburbia (OMG they're freaky)
Sean Kray - played by Rolf
Brainwaster Male, Scout, I don't think he's capable of living with anyone but the rats,
Blue - NPC
Stormer variant Chagrin (prototype), N/A, Deathsquad, lives in the APC he hustled from SLA industries (don't ask me how he did it!)
G'rr Ch'ld - played by Esben
Shaktar, Male, Kickmurder, Lives alone (kinda scary - but understandable since he's kinda weird even for a shaktar)
Greg McDuff - played by Torben
Frother, Male, Kickmurder, probably lives with the clan somewhere - and that's McDuff in case anyone wants to know... AWOL
Sarin - played by Torben
WraithRaider, male , scout, became part of the team after another weird assignment from McVay
Red - NPC
Stormer variant Domino Dog, N/A, Lives with Phoenix Blood who also feed him and scratch his belly when needed,
Phoenix Blood - Played by Mette
Ebon, Female, Investigation/interrogation, lives in upper DownTown together with Red. - Funny how no-one's been in my apartment since I got him...?!

Since i wrote this a lot has changed, our homeplanet is no longer Mort. McVay (our Karma employer) has made sure that we now live on Parr where his research fascility is based. McDuff has been replaced by Sarin so the amounts of weird incidents has reached a more normal level.
Red has been replaced by RedII - looks the same but is very much a different person (can you say that about a dog?)
Jack and Allan has moved their families to Orienta where the Rising Sun is taking care of them, making sure no one will come look for them.
I married GanNing (the demon that inhabited my dagger) - I know this doesn't make sense but it will once i get to the parts about Orienta. Once again he inhabits the dagger and is now travelling around with me to see what the outside world looks like.
G'rrCh'ld has left the team and is probably somewhere between Mort and his homeplanet. He was called home by his elders to investigate something.

Dragons..again

2005-09-13T15:23:00.000+02:00

Uhm... I guess I have to stop writing little stupid notes about what's happening - as usual Esben twist everything I write into something totally terrible.
DN came looking for us in Suburbia and succeeded... it wasn't the other way around - for once.
And "The Rising Sun" is working on becoming a true SLA Industries company - instead of "The Dragons" - guess whos side we're on?!! But for the moment The Rising Sun is a "legal" soft company as they have challenged the Dragons and the two fractions are fighting for control of Orienta and the shifting market.

Sunday we suceeded in getting ourselves even more involved in DN affairs as we solved a rather complicated BPN involving a Karma doctor turned DN. We busted his ass and is currently planning a major hit on an unknown number of DN operatives planning to save their Doctor. We have allied ourselves with AlphaTeam, Dogs of War and Greezer (mr Blitzer) - on this one, we need serious firepower!
Btw DN made another hit - this time on me, Red and Marble - we got one of them but the other got away... we all survived - this time...

Dragons (This is just for you Esben!)

2005-09-05T11:03:00.000+02:00

We kicked their ass! Yesterday we killed two more dragons (necs); Twilight and Talon died at the hands of Triple A and their allies "The Rising Sun".
The last 4 necs have returned to SLA Industries, i guess they got scared.
Jack(Steffen) is now a true member of Triple A as he lost his arm to Talon. He still hasn't decided if he should keep the rather nifty one he got at Orienta or he if he should buy a new one from Karma. I vote for the Terminator style from Orienta :o)
Red2 has joined the team (Red died in a shootout with Dark Night) and Greg McDuff has left the team and is currently unavailable... G'rr Ch'ld has left Mort and is somewhere between his homeplanet and Mort. He was called home by his elders to investigate something!
This was just the really fast update... I'll work on the translation at home...

Explain please...

2005-08-24T14:22:00.000+02:00

We've played this SLA Industries campaign for a couple of months now.
The team consist of 6 people; Mikkel, Rolf, Esben, Steffen, Torben & Mette. And off course our GM Hans. We've played as a group for a while and some of us have known each other for more than 10 years. Actually we are only 5 players now, Esben has just moved to Copenhagen so I'm guessing he wont be here to play.
Actually it's his fault that I have to write all this, he said something about wanting to see what we're doing. And I kinda said I'd make the pages available online and our GM thougth that was a nice idea if only it was in english... So here I am!
I've written short notes from every gaming session and now I have something that looks like 15 pages of hastily scribbled notes - in danish! I'll start the translation soon...
Any minute now...
Just you wait...

Triple A "AAA"

2005-08-19T13:00:00.000+02:00

This is January 899 and I'm ready to kick ass and chew bubblegum - point me to the nearest pub so I can start the party!
I am operative Tempest also known as Phoenix' Blood. I'm trained in various investigation and interrogation techniques. I am an Ebon, 15 years old. I grew up in Mort Downtown with my mother Phoenix(ebon) and my father Geyser(brainwaster), most people who knew my parents says I look like my mother and act like my father - That makes me proud. As I see it I got the best of both worlds; The face of an angel and the temper of a devil - Mort beware - here I come!

I promise I'll get to the team soon...Promise!