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Sarcarian: Added contact link.

2021-04-19T20:29:27Z

Added contact link.

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Sarcarian: Fixed link.

2021-01-08T17:06:09Z

Fixed link.

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	* 2 karma		* 2 karma
	* 2 CDP		* 2 CDP
	* Optional Contact: [Amrei Veidt], C6/L1 S-K Prime Operative for 6 RVP or 12 CDP		* Optional Contact: [[Amrei Veidt]], C6/L1 S-K Prime Operative for 6 RVP or 12 CDP
	* Optional Quality (for Master Morty and R-33): Prime Datahaven Membership (The Helix) for 7 karma		* Optional Quality (for Master Morty and R-33): Prime Datahaven Membership (The Helix) for 7 karma

IsaacAlpharn: /* Player After Action Reports (AARs) */

2021-01-08T13:40:05Z

Player After Action Reports (AARs)

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	Fucking amazingly, it all works. Every last bit. Dude doesn't panic, the window stays open long enough and we walk out scot free. Beginner's luck I suppose. but that wasn't even the best part. We meet up with Amrei again to hand her the data we collected, and she honestly didn't expect us to actually fucking do it. I could tell mate, because even I didn't think it would work that well. Anyways, she gives us deckers a lovely surprise: a challenge file to mark. Poor sod Morty's been looking for this chance and his code goes bad right there and then. Meanwhile, I find a fucking gem from my datathieving toolboxes and it works a charm, breaks that puppy wide open. I felt simultaneously ecstatic and terrible... it was weird. She decides anyways to put both our names forwards to the Helix and I drop the 22k nuyen for this opening as well as a contract with Amrei. I don't care if I'm skint these are the kinda things I can't usually just buy. All in all, the week was fucking fantastic, and I'm sure Norwegian will be proud to hear that I upheld his rep.		Fucking amazingly, it all works. Every last bit. Dude doesn't panic, the window stays open long enough and we walk out scot free. Beginner's luck I suppose. but that wasn't even the best part. We meet up with Amrei again to hand her the data we collected, and she honestly didn't expect us to actually fucking do it. I could tell mate, because even I didn't think it would work that well. Anyways, she gives us deckers a lovely surprise: a challenge file to mark. Poor sod Morty's been looking for this chance and his code goes bad right there and then. Meanwhile, I find a fucking gem from my datathieving toolboxes and it works a charm, breaks that puppy wide open. I felt simultaneously ecstatic and terrible... it was weird. She decides anyways to put both our names forwards to the Helix and I drop the 22k nuyen for this opening as well as a contract with Amrei. I don't care if I'm skint these are the kinda things I can't usually just buy. All in all, the week was fucking fantastic, and I'm sure Norwegian will be proud to hear that I upheld his rep.

			===[[Pell]]===
			I'm surprised that the infil went as well as it did, for how much we've winged it. And I hope that I haven't pissed off Jowls and R-33 before this run, with how they've reacted to me.

			I was worried for Morty when we were turning the data in, when he failed to decrypt that file, but it seemed like it all worked out in the end.
	[[Category:Runs]]		[[Category:Runs]]

Dandy: /* R-33 */

2021-01-07T18:35:41Z

R-33

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	Anyways, all bar Morty - that includes me: a Lanky, pale, ginger fuck in brown face and going by the name 'Volton' - fucking infiltrate the pyramid. Luckily, they didn't pick up disc's with my R4 burners, but anyways... we're in. Zenith immediately picks out targets to supply our disguises so Jowls and I distract them whilst Morty loops the cams and Zenith jacks their backpacks. His suspicions were right, and each one contains a uniform for the eateries. Some lucky fucking passes on not fucking up the names of things, and Zenith, Pell & I are waiters at the establishment with Jowls shapeshifted as a regular patron. Target's got 2 fucking Jaguar guards on him, a pair of the fucking Tezcatlipocas to keep you and your hun company whilst you nash down on some quesadillas, un-fucking-believable. Again, rapid thinking from Zenith keeps us a-going though; he draws away the second man and a guard with a fake call on the restaurant line faux-ed by Morty, whilst I dataspike the taco grills... bet you can't say you've done that before. Anyway, Pell uses the attacks as an excuse to raise security concerns to the other guard and pull him away for a moment ''and'' keeps him company long enough for Jowls to break the dude in and hand him the intel, all while Morty hawkeyes everything and is ready to fuck drek up if the dude panics. Now you know why I called this shit Amrei's 5.		Anyways, all bar Morty - that includes me: a Lanky, pale, ginger fuck in brown face and going by the name 'Volton' - fucking infiltrate the pyramid. Luckily, they didn't pick up disc's with my R4 burners, but anyways... we're in. Zenith immediately picks out targets to supply our disguises so Jowls and I distract them whilst Morty loops the cams and Zenith jacks their backpacks. His suspicions were right, and each one contains a uniform for the eateries. Some lucky fucking passes on not fucking up the names of things, and Zenith, Pell & I are waiters at the establishment with Jowls shapeshifted as a regular patron. Target's got 2 fucking Jaguar guards on him, a pair of the fucking Tezcatlipocas to keep you and your hun company whilst you nash down on some quesadillas, un-fucking-believable. Again, rapid thinking from Zenith keeps us a-going though; he draws away the second man and a guard with a fake call on the restaurant line faux-ed by Morty, whilst I dataspike the taco grills... bet you can't say you've done that before. Anyway, Pell uses the attacks as an excuse to raise security concerns to the other guard and pull him away for a moment ''and'' keeps him company long enough for Jowls to break the dude in and hand him the intel, all while Morty hawkeyes everything and is ready to fuck drek up if the dude panics. Now you know why I called this shit Amrei's 5.

	Fucking amazingly, it all works. Every last bit. Dude doesn't panic, the window stays open long enough and we walk out scot free. Beginner's luck I suppose. but that wasn't even the best part. We meet up with Amrei again to hand her the data we collected, and she honestly didn't expect us to actually fucking do it. I could tell mate, because even I didn't think it would work that well. Anyways, she gives us deckers a lovely surprise: a challenge file to mark. Poor sod Morty's been looking for this chance and his code goes bad right there and then. Meanwhile, I find a fucking gem from my datathieving toolboxes and it works a charm, breaks that puppy wide open. I felt simultaneously ecstatic and terrible... it was weird. She decides anyways to put both our names forwards to the Helix and I drop the 22k nuyen for this opening as well as a contract with Amrei. I don't care I'm skint these are the kinda things I can't usually just buy. All in all, the week was fucking fantastic, and I'm sure Norwegian will be proud to hear that I upheld his rep.		Fucking amazingly, it all works. Every last bit. Dude doesn't panic, the window stays open long enough and we walk out scot free. Beginner's luck I suppose. but that wasn't even the best part. We meet up with Amrei again to hand her the data we collected, and she honestly didn't expect us to actually fucking do it. I could tell mate, because even I didn't think it would work that well. Anyways, she gives us deckers a lovely surprise: a challenge file to mark. Poor sod Morty's been looking for this chance and his code goes bad right there and then. Meanwhile, I find a fucking gem from my datathieving toolboxes and it works a charm, breaks that puppy wide open. I felt simultaneously ecstatic and terrible... it was weird. She decides anyways to put both our names forwards to the Helix and I drop the 22k nuyen for this opening as well as a contract with Amrei. I don't care if I'm skint these are the kinda things I can't usually just buy. All in all, the week was fucking fantastic, and I'm sure Norwegian will be proud to hear that I upheld his rep.

	[[Category:Runs]]		[[Category:Runs]]

Dandy: /* R-33 */

2021-01-07T18:31:52Z

R-33

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	===[[R-33]]===		===[[R-33]]===
	Norwegian finally got back to me with a proper job after he was satisfied I was worth his time, a name going by 'G01d3nI' was in need of 'deniable assets'. Obvious l33t name which - if you ask me - should've had a hyphen disassociating the 'I', but I guess some l33ters go diehard with the whole 'iT sHoUlDn'T bE eAsY tO rEaD pLeB'. Gave me a vague idea of what I was dealing with but the name did sound familiar. Sure enough, it's an old European handle that's 'retired' but keeps active at none other than the fuckmothering Helix. Could've been fake but I wasn't gonna challenge Nor's intel so brashly. We meet Frau Schmidt at E-wasted and sure enough she's tied in with Saeder now; typical for ex-runners according to research. I play it safe when she introduces herself in a draconic persona but the other decker I was blessed to meet in this run was way more headstrong than me and probed the likelihood of an actual drake summoning us. Given it was my first big job in Seattle, I doubted it too... but hey, weirder drek has happened. Lo and behold it's just so high and mighty bull, but even then the icon-info was giving me some big numbers for her tech's capabilities alone, not to mention her own. In fact, she seemed real interested in us deckers and marked my PAN I had given to the gang. Master Morty, brazen-incarnate, tries wiping it and can't make it go - so I don't even bother. Goldilocks has done her Johnson'ing and put us in our place ready for her 'test'. I fucking hope I can avoid being a cunt when I get better than her, but I get the feeling it's inevitable.		Norwegian finally got back to me with a proper job after he was satisfied I was worth his time, a name going by 'G01d3nI' was in need of 'deniable assets'. Obvious l33t name which - if you ask me - should've had a hyphen disassociating the 'I', but I guess some l33ters go diehard with the whole 'iT sHoUlDn'T bE eAsY tO rEaD pLeB'. Gave me a vague idea of what I was dealing with but the name did sound familiar. Sure enough, it's an old European handle that's 'retired' but keeps active at none other than the fuckmothering Helix. Could've been fake but I wasn't gonna challenge Nor's intel so brashly. We meet Frau Schmidt at E-wasted and sure enough she's tied in with Saeder now; typical for ex-runners according to research. I play it safe when she introduces herself in a draconic persona but the other decker I was blessed to meet in this run was way more headstrong than me and probed the likelihood of an actual drake summoning us. Given it was my first big job in Seattle, I doubted it too... but hey, weirder drek has happened. Lo and behold it's just some high and mighty bull, but even then the icon-info was giving me some big numbers for her tech's capabilities alone, not to mention her own. In fact, she seemed real interested in us deckers and marked my PAN I had given to the gang. Master Morty, brazen-incarnate, tries wiping it and can't make it go - so I don't even bother. Goldilocks has done her Johnson'ing and put us in our place ready for her 'test'. I fucking hope I can avoid being a cunt when I get better than her, but I get the feeling it's inevitable.

	Our job is data collection - fuck yeah - as well enlisting an enemy corpo - oh fuck - or possible extraction of said corpo - '''''oh fuck'''''. Morty's raring to go though so we make it to our fittingly-eccentric face's house (which only supported my British stereotype of what every Americans' house looks like) and enjoyed some antics before getting my head down and my mind up on the grids. Data trails pick up and drop rumours (the target isn't a blood mage, fucking thankfully) and we eventually find an S-K subsidised host op'ing in Aztlan. Coincidence? I don't fucking know, I just let ~~take~~ Morty take the lead on the infil. Dude's popping damn-near every bootup to get pwning, not sure I've even got enough brain-matter to be doing that. Anyways, drek gets a bit dicey but Morty handles it like a champ and dumps himself too, leaving me to flip the bird to the annoyed spider and fuck off myself. We know this dude is in the pyramid downtown and that he's got a lover boy too. Checking out the grid, we find his commlink and each manage to mark it despite firewalls. Really starting to feel good about doing this shit for real right abouts now. Damn-near perfect sweep of his data too, but I trip the last encryption alarm like an absolute nwb, and once again, madman Morty covers my ass before dumping ''again'', this time giving fucks=0. Dudes a real chummer, if he's chill with having one.		Our job is data collection - fuck yeah - as well enlisting an enemy corpo - oh fuck - or possible extraction of said corpo - '''''oh fuck'''''. Morty's raring to go though so we make it to our fittingly-eccentric face's house (which only supported my British stereotype of what every Americans' house looks like) and enjoyed some antics before getting my head down and my mind up on the grids. Data trails pick up and drop rumours (the target isn't a blood mage, fucking thankfully) and we eventually find an S-K subsidised host op'ing in Aztlan. Coincidence? I don't fucking know, I just let Morty take the lead on the infil. Dude's popping damn-near every bootup to get pwning, not sure I've even got enough brain-matter to be doing that. Anyways, drek gets a bit dicey but Morty handles it like a champ and dumps himself too, leaving me to flip the bird to the annoyed spider and fuck off myself. We know this dude is in the pyramid downtown and that he's got a lover boy too. Checking out the grid, we find his commlink and each manage to mark it despite firewalls. Really starting to feel good about doing this shit for real right abouts now. Damn-near perfect sweep of his data too, but I trip the last encryption alarm like an absolute nwb, and once again, madman Morty covers my ass before dumping ''again'', this time giving fucks=0. Dudes a real chummer, if he's chill with having one.

	Anyways, bad news is that we've only got two chances at getting into contact with our contact and they're both slim. Good news is, we're just about crazy enough to come up with a plan that had all the capability to kill us all. The Az-techy has got a dinner booked with his boy the night before he's due to move, and with just enough time for Pell's contact to supply us with some burners, we execute plan: Amrei's 5. (Note, we didn't call it this, we just improv'd some drek after the drunk idea was voted for and hoped to survive.)		Anyways, bad news is that we've only got two chances at getting into contact with our contact and they're both slim. Good news is, we're just about crazy enough to come up with a plan that had all the capability to kill us all. The Az-techy has got a dinner booked with his boy the night before he's due to move, and with just enough time for Pell's contact to supply us with some burners, we execute plan: Amrei's 5. (Note, we didn't call it this, we just improv'd some drek after the drunk idea was voted for and hoped to survive.)

Dandy: /* Player After Action Reports (AARs) */

2021-01-07T13:12:03Z

Player After Action Reports (AARs)

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	Amrei is suitably impressed, and makes good on her offer. She also comes up with another option; pass her little test and gain her recommendation to the Helix. Me and R-33 look at each other, we got this, we know it. A few lines of bad code later, I'm standing there looking like the broken meat bag that I am, while my fellow decker comes up aces. I'm a little hurt, a little shocked that my skills failed so completely. I look at Amrei defeat and misery obvious in my gaze and wait for the inevitably mockery to begin. Except she doesn't. She tells me that the Matrix is a fickle mistress, and you can't always get what you want no matter how high your hand is upon her thigh. She grants both of us provisional access to the Helix, and tells me to keep in touch. Which I will do. Damn, what a classy dame...		Amrei is suitably impressed, and makes good on her offer. She also comes up with another option; pass her little test and gain her recommendation to the Helix. Me and R-33 look at each other, we got this, we know it. A few lines of bad code later, I'm standing there looking like the broken meat bag that I am, while my fellow decker comes up aces. I'm a little hurt, a little shocked that my skills failed so completely. I look at Amrei defeat and misery obvious in my gaze and wait for the inevitably mockery to begin. Except she doesn't. She tells me that the Matrix is a fickle mistress, and you can't always get what you want no matter how high your hand is upon her thigh. She grants both of us provisional access to the Helix, and tells me to keep in touch. Which I will do. Damn, what a classy dame...


			===[[R-33]]===
			Norwegian finally got back to me with a proper job after he was satisfied I was worth his time, a name going by 'G01d3nI' was in need of 'deniable assets'. Obvious l33t name which - if you ask me - should've had a hyphen disassociating the 'I', but I guess some l33ters go diehard with the whole 'iT sHoUlDn'T bE eAsY tO rEaD pLeB'. Gave me a vague idea of what I was dealing with but the name did sound familiar. Sure enough, it's an old European handle that's 'retired' but keeps active at none other than the fuckmothering Helix. Could've been fake but I wasn't gonna challenge Nor's intel so brashly. We meet Frau Schmidt at E-wasted and sure enough she's tied in with Saeder now; typical for ex-runners according to research. I play it safe when she introduces herself in a draconic persona but the other decker I was blessed to meet in this run was way more headstrong than me and probed the likelihood of an actual drake summoning us. Given it was my first big job in Seattle, I doubted it too... but hey, weirder drek has happened. Lo and behold it's just so high and mighty bull, but even then the icon-info was giving me some big numbers for her tech's capabilities alone, not to mention her own. In fact, she seemed real interested in us deckers and marked my PAN I had given to the gang. Master Morty, brazen-incarnate, tries wiping it and can't make it go - so I don't even bother. Goldilocks has done her Johnson'ing and put us in our place ready for her 'test'. I fucking hope I can avoid being a cunt when I get better than her, but I get the feeling it's inevitable.

			Our job is data collection - fuck yeah - as well enlisting an enemy corpo - oh fuck - or possible extraction of said corpo - '''''oh fuck'''''. Morty's raring to go though so we make it to our fittingly-eccentric face's house (which only supported my British stereotype of what every Americans' house looks like) and enjoyed some antics before getting my head down and my mind up on the grids. Data trails pick up and drop rumours (the target isn't a blood mage, fucking thankfully) and we eventually find an S-K subsidised host op'ing in Aztlan. Coincidence? I don't fucking know, I just let take Morty take the lead on the infil. Dude's popping damn-near every bootup to get pwning, not sure I've even got enough brain-matter to be doing that. Anyways, drek gets a bit dicey but Morty handles it like a champ and dumps himself too, leaving me to flip the bird to the annoyed spider and fuck off myself. We know this dude is in the pyramid downtown and that he's got a lover boy too. Checking out the grid, we find his commlink and each manage to mark it despite firewalls. Really starting to feel good about doing this shit for real right abouts now. Damn-near perfect sweep of his data too, but I trip the last encryption alarm like an absolute nwb, and once again, madman Morty covers my ass before dumping ''again'', this time giving fucks=0. Dudes a real chummer, if he's chill with having one.

			Anyways, bad news is that we've only got two chances at getting into contact with our contact and they're both slim. Good news is, we're just about crazy enough to come up with a plan that had all the capability to kill us all. The Az-techy has got a dinner booked with his boy the night before he's due to move, and with just enough time for Pell's contact to supply us with some burners, we execute plan: Amrei's 5. (Note, we didn't call it this, we just improv'd some drek after the drunk idea was voted for and hoped to survive.)

			Anyways, all bar Morty - that includes me: a Lanky, pale, ginger fuck in brown face and going by the name 'Volton' - fucking infiltrate the pyramid. Luckily, they didn't pick up disc's with my R4 burners, but anyways... we're in. Zenith immediately picks out targets to supply our disguises so Jowls and I distract them whilst Morty loops the cams and Zenith jacks their backpacks. His suspicions were right, and each one contains a uniform for the eateries. Some lucky fucking passes on not fucking up the names of things, and Zenith, Pell & I are waiters at the establishment with Jowls shapeshifted as a regular patron. Target's got 2 fucking Jaguar guards on him, a pair of the fucking Tezcatlipocas to keep you and your hun company whilst you nash down on some quesadillas, un-fucking-believable. Again, rapid thinking from Zenith keeps us a-going though; he draws away the second man and a guard with a fake call on the restaurant line faux-ed by Morty, whilst I dataspike the taco grills... bet you can't say you've done that before. Anyway, Pell uses the attacks as an excuse to raise security concerns to the other guard and pull him away for a moment ''and'' keeps him company long enough for Jowls to break the dude in and hand him the intel, all while Morty hawkeyes everything and is ready to fuck drek up if the dude panics. Now you know why I called this shit Amrei's 5.

			Fucking amazingly, it all works. Every last bit. Dude doesn't panic, the window stays open long enough and we walk out scot free. Beginner's luck I suppose. but that wasn't even the best part. We meet up with Amrei again to hand her the data we collected, and she honestly didn't expect us to actually fucking do it. I could tell mate, because even I didn't think it would work that well. Anyways, she gives us deckers a lovely surprise: a challenge file to mark. Poor sod Morty's been looking for this chance and his code goes bad right there and then. Meanwhile, I find a fucking gem from my datathieving toolboxes and it works a charm, breaks that puppy wide open. I felt simultaneously ecstatic and terrible... it was weird. She decides anyways to put both our names forwards to the Helix and I drop the 22k nuyen for this opening as well as a contract with Amrei. I don't care I'm skint these are the kinda things I can't usually just buy. All in all, the week was fucking fantastic, and I'm sure Norwegian will be proud to hear that I upheld his rep.

	[[Category:Runs]]		[[Category:Runs]]

Shadowhand: /* Master Morty */

2021-01-07T08:11:49Z

Master Morty

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	===Master Morty===		===Master Morty===
	So anyways, I get this golden invitation on the Matrix telling me I'm invited to a meet a some hacker bar; at which point I think things are about to change for ol' Morty. I do a bit of searching on the sender and find out they were a regular on the Helix, not just a prime data haven, but THE prime data haven. Now I know big things are in the offing, so I make the meet with no qualms about the time I'm wasting on some other dreks dime. Inside, the team assemble, and it's a pretty motley crew if you ask me, but the J is all dressed up in a fancy drake suit, and I call them out on it. Oddly enough, it works; never been much for sweet talkin', but apparently my kinda talk is honey to this J's ears. ~~SHe~~ drops the act revealing herself to be Amrei Veidt, prime agent of the great wyrm himself, Lofwyrr. At least that's who she claims to be. Wants some info, wants an new lackey, and wants us to deliver, in that order. I know the usual process is to ask for the cash at this point, but I'm focused on the real prize: Helix. Calling her out again, I demand access, she laughs at me, like so many others, but provisionally agrees if I can "impress" her. Alright bitch prepare to have your panties blown off...		So anyways, I get this golden invitation on the Matrix telling me I'm invited to a meet at some hacker bar; at which point I think things are about to change for ol' Morty. I do a bit of searching on the sender and find out they were a regular on the Helix, not just a prime data haven, but THE prime data haven. Now I know big things are in the offing, so I make the meet with no qualms about the time I'm wasting on some other dreks dime. Inside, the team assemble, and it's a pretty motley crew if you ask me, but the J is all dressed up in a fancy drake suit, and I call them out on it. Oddly enough, it works; never been much for sweet talkin', but apparently my kinda talk is honey to this J's ears. She drops the act revealing herself to be Amrei Veidt, prime agent of the great wyrm himself, Lofwyrr. At least that's who she claims to be. Wants some info, wants a new lackey, and wants us to deliver, in that order. I know the usual process is to ask for the cash at this point, but I'm focused on the real prize: Helix. Calling her out again, I demand access, she laughs at me, like so many others, but provisionally agrees if I can "impress" her. Alright bitch prepare to have your panties blown off...

	We head to the face's place, where I grab a quick bite out the fridge, and get work with the others deciphering the data. Seems like the pickings are slim, but there's an opportunity for more in a S&K site that seems kinda like a setup. Or a test. I leap into the sweet, sweet code and start tearing up the place looking for the file. I find it, disarm it and crack it, but before I can copy it the local spider gets a bead on me. ~~Unphased~~, I stick to the plan and go for the file, I shift to my main persona just incase Amrei doesn't get the hint, and take a shot between the eyes before hard jacking into meat space. A little discombobulated, but doing okay thanks the magical ministrations of Pell. R-33 is there shaking his head, having popped in to drag me out if things got real bad. As if. I'm the Master, and this is what I live for.		We head to the face's place, where I grab a quick bite out of the fridge, and get work with the others deciphering the data. Seems like the pickings are slim, but there's an opportunity for more in a S&K site that seems kinda like a setup. Or a test. I leap into the sweet, sweet code and start tearing up the place looking for the file. I find it, disarm it and crack it, but before I can copy it the local spider gets a bead on me. Un-phased, I stick to the plan and go for the file, I shift to my main persona just incase Amrei doesn't get the hint, and take a shot between the eyes before hard jacking into meat space. A little discombobulated, but doing okay thanks to the magical ministrations of Pell. R-33 is there shaking his head, having popped in to drag me out if things got real bad. As if. I'm the Master, and this is what I live for.

	The new data reveals a lunch date between the principal and his boy toy, which the team decides is the perfect date for us to interrupt. They set up a con job straight out of the history books, and me and R-33 go after the coveted files in his commlink. We manage to do it, barely hiding from the big eye in the sky for the most part, until an unlucky bit of code catches R-33 off guard. I tell him to get out while I pull the last file, and end up dump shocked but victorious yet again. All hail the Master. Mean while the crazy antics of the meat team manage to pull of the exchange, to which the mark seem amicable. We beat feet and head off to claim our just rewards.		The new data reveals a lunch date between the principal and his boy toy, which the team decides is the perfect date for us to interrupt. They set up a con job straight out of the history books, and me and R-33 go after the coveted files in his commlink. We manage to do it, barely hiding from the big eye in the sky for the most part, until an unlucky bit of code catches R-33 off guard. I tell him to get out while I pull the last file, and end up dump shocked but victorious yet again. All hail the Master. Mean while the crazy antics of the meat team manage to pull of the exchange, to which the mark seem amicable. We beat feet and head off to claim our just rewards.

	Amrei is suitably impressed, and makes good on her offer. She also comes up with another option; pass her little test and gain her recommendation to the Helix. Me and R-33 look at each other, we got this, we know it. A few lines of bad code later, I'm standing there looking like the broken meat bag that I am, while my fellow decker comes up aces. I'm a little hurt, a little shocked that my skills failed so completely. I look at Amrei defeat and misery obvious in my gaze and wait for the inevitably mockery to begin. Except she doesn't ~~she~~ tells me that the Matrix is a ~~ficke~~ mistress, and you can't always get what you want no matter how high your hand is upon her thigh. She grants both of us provisional access to the Helix, and tells me to keep in touch. Which I will do. Damn, what a classy dame...		Amrei is suitably impressed, and makes good on her offer. She also comes up with another option; pass her little test and gain her recommendation to the Helix. Me and R-33 look at each other, we got this, we know it. A few lines of bad code later, I'm standing there looking like the broken meat bag that I am, while my fellow decker comes up aces. I'm a little hurt, a little shocked that my skills failed so completely. I look at Amrei defeat and misery obvious in my gaze and wait for the inevitably mockery to begin. Except she doesn't. She tells me that the Matrix is a fickle mistress, and you can't always get what you want no matter how high your hand is upon her thigh. She grants both of us provisional access to the Helix, and tells me to keep in touch. Which I will do. Damn, what a classy dame...

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	J was impressed, gave Morty and R-33 a test of some kind, seemed like they did okay. We all got paid, now I'm going to order Taco Temple and go to sleep.		J was impressed, gave Morty and R-33 a test of some kind, seemed like they did okay. We all got paid, now I'm going to order Taco Temple and go to sleep.

			===Master Morty===
			So anyways, I get this golden invitation on the Matrix telling me I'm invited to a meet a some hacker bar; at which point I think things are about to change for ol' Morty. I do a bit of searching on the sender and find out they were a regular on the Helix, not just a prime data haven, but THE prime data haven. Now I know big things are in the offing, so I make the meet with no qualms about the time I'm wasting on some other dreks dime. Inside, the team assemble, and it's a pretty motley crew if you ask me, but the J is all dressed up in a fancy drake suit, and I call them out on it. Oddly enough, it works; never been much for sweet talkin', but apparently my kinda talk is honey to this J's ears. SHe drops the act revealing herself to be Amrei Veidt, prime agent of the great wyrm himself, Lofwyrr. At least that's who she claims to be. Wants some info, wants an new lackey, and wants us to deliver, in that order. I know the usual process is to ask for the cash at this point, but I'm focused on the real prize: Helix. Calling her out again, I demand access, she laughs at me, like so many others, but provisionally agrees if I can "impress" her. Alright bitch prepare to have your panties blown off...

			We head to the face's place, where I grab a quick bite out the fridge, and get work with the others deciphering the data. Seems like the pickings are slim, but there's an opportunity for more in a S&K site that seems kinda like a setup. Or a test. I leap into the sweet, sweet code and start tearing up the place looking for the file. I find it, disarm it and crack it, but before I can copy it the local spider gets a bead on me. Unphased, I stick to the plan and go for the file, I shift to my main persona just incase Amrei doesn't get the hint, and take a shot between the eyes before hard jacking into meat space. A little discombobulated, but doing okay thanks the magical ministrations of Pell. R-33 is there shaking his head, having popped in to drag me out if things got real bad. As if. I'm the Master, and this is what I live for.

			The new data reveals a lunch date between the principal and his boy toy, which the team decides is the perfect date for us to interrupt. They set up a con job straight out of the history books, and me and R-33 go after the coveted files in his commlink. We manage to do it, barely hiding from the big eye in the sky for the most part, until an unlucky bit of code catches R-33 off guard. I tell him to get out while I pull the last file, and end up dump shocked but victorious yet again. All hail the Master. Mean while the crazy antics of the meat team manage to pull of the exchange, to which the mark seem amicable. We beat feet and head off to claim our just rewards.

			Amrei is suitably impressed, and makes good on her offer. She also comes up with another option; pass her little test and gain her recommendation to the Helix. Me and R-33 look at each other, we got this, we know it. A few lines of bad code later, I'm standing there looking like the broken meat bag that I am, while my fellow decker comes up aces. I'm a little hurt, a little shocked that my skills failed so completely. I look at Amrei defeat and misery obvious in my gaze and wait for the inevitably mockery to begin. Except she doesn't she tells me that the Matrix is a ficke mistress, and you can't always get what you want no matter how high your hand is upon her thigh. She grants both of us provisional access to the Helix, and tells me to keep in touch. Which I will do. Damn, what a classy dame...

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	==Background==		==Background==
	About a month ago, three Saeder-Krupp employees were snatched from a mid-air transit, along with the SKA-008 they were flying in (see: [Two and a Half Mile High Club]). S-K has managed to track it down, however they have no intention of just stealing it back - turnabout is fair play, and Lofwyr dreams bigger than simple eye-for-an-eye retribution. Instead, he has tasked S-K Prime with retaliation by stealing one of Aztechnology's crown jewels: the Mk. 1 Bloodhawk. In order to put this plan into action, he has tasked [Amrei Veidt] with setting the stage for the heist. She has identified the perfect inside man - one Dr. Xiuhcoatl Montezuma, an aerospace engineer who worked on the Bloodhawk - to assist with this goal, and has prepared a generous offer for him, however she has been unable to extend it via the usual channels and so has hired deniable assets to perform the task for her.		About a month ago, three Saeder-Krupp employees were snatched from a mid-air transit, along with the SKA-008 they were flying in (see: [[Two and a Half Mile High Club]]). S-K has managed to track it down, however they have no intention of just stealing it back - turnabout is fair play, and Lofwyr dreams bigger than simple eye-for-an-eye retribution. Instead, he has tasked S-K Prime with retaliation by stealing one of Aztechnology's crown jewels: the Mk. 1 Bloodhawk. In order to put this plan into action, he has tasked [[Amrei Veidt]] with setting the stage for the heist. She has identified the perfect inside man - one Dr. Xiuhcoatl Montezuma, an aerospace engineer who worked on the Bloodhawk - to assist with this goal, and has prepared a generous offer for him, however she has been unable to extend it via the usual channels and so has hired deniable assets to perform the task for her.

	==The Meet==		==The Meet==

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	==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==		==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==

			===[[Zenith]]===
			I'm old school, so I'll freely admit that I'm always pretty wary of any jobs coming from S-K. "Don't deal with a dragon" and so forth. That having been said, I had fun on this one. Well compensated for my time too. Am I gonna jump at the chance to work for the Golden Wyrm now? Frag no. Am I going to drink an expensive bottle of whiskey with his nuyen and feel good about it? Damn straight.

			The job started off simply enough, meet was in the Matrix, so I didn't get a good read on the J, but we had some deckers on the team and they seemed to have a good grasp on things. I honestly can't tell if Morty has no fear or no sense, but I respect the game of telling a J to drop their avatar during a meet. Things were good for awhile, then Jowls started talking and I stopped listening before he stopped talking but whatever it was, our Johnson did not care for it. We departed the meet and headed over to Jowls' place, where I just kicked my legs up for a couple of hours. There was a bit of tension when Morty started bleeding from the ears and I trained my gun on the door half expecting some Azzie guard squad to bust through and try and gank us all, but we seemed to get through without much trouble. We found out this guy, a Doctor Montezuma was here to visit a boyfriend of his and we had limited time before the job disappeared into the ether.

			We eventually settled on a plan, a fragging stupid plan that shouldn't have worked (I can say that, I suggested it). Where we infiltrate the Aztechnology Pyramid and pose as waiters in order to support Jowls in an attempt to approach Montezuma without having to bag him. I found a group of teens who were killing time before going to work and, with the help of R-33 and Jowls, managed to grab their bags without much issue. So Pell, R-33 and I dress up as wait staff, and pretend that we're supposed to be there. I narrowly manage to convince Montezuma's lover that he's got a phone call that Morty is making the most unpleasant static on. Pell lures away the second guard to investigate the nearby Taco Temple's fryer exploding (Thank you R-33) and Jowls gives Montezuma the offer on the datachip. We're still alive, so we didn't have to fight the Jaguars, and we got out clean.

			J was impressed, gave Morty and R-33 a test of some kind, seemed like they did okay. We all got paid, now I'm going to order Taco Temple and go to sleep.

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