Something That History has not Forgotten

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Something That History has not Forgotten
Part of Dead Gods Stir
Status Threat Level: Medium
Factions Involved
The Heavenly Host


The J, Handraniel, wants some data, the runners go get it, and all ends totally well.


Handraniel wishes for some data that MCT has, choosing to act upon the chaos at the ACHE in order to retrieve information on the location of 3 technomancers--Brickbreak/The Hound, Michelangelo, and Susan Rodriguez.

The Meet

Asked to meet at a series of benches, the runners are tasked with heading to Renton to steal data from MCT. Ibis is the 'provided' matrix support, lured in with promises of returned powers.

The Plan

Take a data tap, find the right terminal, and get the data.

The Run

Collecting outside of the building, the group encounters strange man who declares that Gremlin in particular is 'Not Within Parameters'. Backing away from the strange man, Ibis helps find a nice sniper nest for Gremlin to take a peek in the windows. Scouting out the building, the optimal plan becomes to make an impromptu zipline with a grappling hook from one building to the next. Entering onto the fifth floor, Reapsaw plugs in the data tap, allowing Ibis in. Snagging the files, Ibis escapes unseen. Grabbing the datajack, the runners themselves retreat unseen as well. Sending the data to the J, the runners are paid all seems well for now.


A message from Handrianiel, "Beware the slumbering eyes."


20k Nuyen (10 rvp)

3 Karma (3 RVP)


Optional Contact

Handraniel at C3/L1 for (3 RVP)

Game Quotes

Player After Action Reports (AARs)


Easy in, easy out. Handraniel seems nice enough, all the spooky matrix drek aside.


He knew. Handraniel did. The bastard coaxing me in with his promises of getting it all back. I don't know if he's lying or he's simply witholding information but it is not going to be that easy. He can't *blind* me like that. I am not some foolish animal that ignores its surroundings when a steak is dangled in front of its face. He knew about that flash of white. The blinding white eyes. He knew it was coming. The bastard has plans.

DEUS, or more likely a piece of him, has surged across the public grid. Given that this message is being posted on the matrix, he knows as well.

Hello. It's been a very long time.

Reapsaw strangeness to these this type of jobs. nothing new