Part 02: The Infinite Coast

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pringerbeam

     It's almost twenty hours later before you start to come in range of Cote d'Infini.  Jetz comes on over the ship's intercom to let you know that you're on final approach to the station.

Feel free state what your character might have been doing over the course of your trip.  At this point you've become fully accustomed to your new morph and are no longer experiencing integration sickness.

Asta

Estella spent the travel time Picking over the corpses of the Predators they had killed, seeing if any of their equipment was still usable. When that was finished, she tried to look up more information on Dorian Holbach.

Research, looking for information on Dorian Holbach
Skill: 80
Rolled 1d100 : 11, total 11

pringerbeam

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Research into Dorian Holbach yields the following:

     Dorian Holbach is a hyhpercorp trillionaire that earned his initial trillions through the whaling business for Inner System terraforming.  That is to say that he secured asteroids and comets and brought them in for resource extraction or controlled impact.  After accumulating a decent sum in this trade he, like all other trillionaires, diversified into just about everything but most notably expanded into security contracting and heavy military hardware.  His military contracting has included deals with all of the major powers of the solar system, from the Planetary Consortioum to the Joain Republic.  His primary security contacting company: Barracuda Tactical Solutions, is a modest PMC better known for providing streamlined in-house security for Holbach's other companies than as a real mercenary power in its own right.
     Holbach's personal story seems rather typical for most of Earth's children.  He was born in New York 127 years ago and had a wife and two children.  At the time of The Fall he was off-planet managing Martian terraforming contracts and as such was saved the fate of being an eyewitness to the horrors of The Fall but lost his wife and children who were on Earth at the time leaning him with no known living relatives.  For a time after The Fall, he spent millions on gambling and chemical indulgence in his new primary residence of Cote d'Infini, though even his reckless burning of credits was hardly able to put a dent in his vast wealth with the massive influx of cash he saw from security contracting in the scramble to establish the post-Fall order.  Eventually, like most of transhumanity, he moved on and began to make a name for himself as an outspoken advocate and patron of reclamation efforts.  Despite this advocacy, he tries to remain out of the limelight and hasn't made any press appearances for years.
     In recent months Holbach has been surrounded by whispers and rumors alluding to a "big project" of some kind, the exact details of which remain shrouded in mystery.  Rumor has it that he has reached out to a number of other big hitters to try and draw them into this project but these seem to remain unconfirmed.

pringerbeam

     Over the course of your journey, you have been able to familiarize yourself with Jetz and his ship the Flash12.  The ship is a rather large courier, not built for speed but capable of carrying a decent and varied amount of cargo in its various holds for a ship of its class.  Jetz himself uses it to travel the inner system as part of his normie profession as an oldschool free merchant buying and selling select goods at various stations and taking advantage of the planetary consortium's tight nanofab restrictions to make his living. Of course, this allows him plenty of freedom to help with Firewall and he has worked as a proxy for several operations before being assigned to your budding cell.


     Making it to the cockpit of the Flash12, the cylinder station takes up the center of the viewing window.  Two glittering blue rings at one end slowly become apparent as giant windows into the habitat that are displaying vast quantities of water, enough to create the station's namesake artificial coastline.  "Looks nice...  I'll have to remember to come back for a real vacation sometime...  We'll be coming in on a black market berth.  I don't suppose either of you have any bad experiences with 14K?"  He asks as a talon hovers over the communications console.

Asta

"Not that I recall." Estella answered while floating nearby.

pringerbeam

     "What about you?"  Asked the bird with a look over to Donovan.  "No debts, no enemies?"

Oath

"Should be good to go. Haven't made any new enemies recently and the old ones have already died. Unless I made some new friends on our failed operation, can't say there's too many people out to get me"

pringerbeam

      Alrighty, sounds good then.  Sorry, last op I was on one of our cell members happened to have neglected to tell us that they had made bigtime enemies with the eco-terrorists we had to work with. Needless to say...  that didn't turn out well."  He said as you the ship started to accelerate into an upward curve, pulling you down into near normal gravity as the ship approached the wall of the cylinder habitat. 

     Jetz cleared his throat before activating the communications line.  "Hi, this is the Flash12.  I have some pork to deliver..."  He said in an extremely stilted and suspicious tone.  There was an uncomfortable pause before the response crackled in as mandarin, muses translating for those otherwise unfamiliar with the language.  "Come on in."  Jetz let out a sigh of relief as the ship slipped along the exterior of the cylinder until coming up to a platform punched out from the shell.  Accelerating even more, Jetz maneuvered the ship onto the makeshift runway, engaging magnetic landing gear that sends a shock through the hull as the ship synchronizes with the rotation of the station.  The runway then ascends back up into the superstructure of the station to reveal a dingy hanger.  Blinking AR displays outside the main window show a warning in Chinese characters "WARNING: HANGER NOT YET PRESSURIZED."

     Jetz, finally relaxing with the landing maneuvers completed,  leans back onto his haunches and stretches his wings in the newfound gravity, spinning his chair around to look at the two of you.  "So...  What do we do now?  The way I see it we have a few tasks we have set before us.  Number one: figuring out what Holbach is up to.  Number two: figuring out what happened to our first operation. Number 3: get a base of operations set up. Number four...  I dunno I guess getting a better idea of one through three will give us a better idea of where to go from there...  You guys have any other ideas of where to start?"

Asta

"A secure base of operations is probably the best first move. Someplace to hide out while we figure out what happened before."

pringerbeam

     "Probably a good idea.  We'll need to start from scratch I guess.  We had a safehouse set up for the original operation but looks like it's been seized by the local cops from those reports.  Anyone know someone that could pull us a favor for someplace secure?  We could try some of the local syndicates too.  I'm not sure what 14K might have on offer but they are usually pretty cheap from my dealings with them.  Oh that reminds me.  I set up some operational funds in case shit went sideways.  We have a fund of a million Planetary Consortium credits to work with for anything that might need it so we'll need to budget accordingly."  As you talked the AR warning screen eventually turned off to indicate the hanger becoming fully pressurized.  Jetz jumped down from his chair and took on the waddling gait his leg structure allowed, heading back into the ship.  "So what'll it be?"

If you wish to use a Rep network to get a safehouse, state what level of favor you would like to use and make a test with the appropriate modifier to find out what might be available to you.

You can supplement your request with some of the Cell's operational funds, gaining a +10 for every 10,000 credits you offer.

Asta

"Let me see what I can do..." Estella said, and started to compose a request to some contacts for discrete quarters on the station.

@-Rep, Minor Favor
60+10=70
Rolled 1d100 : 61, total 61

pringerbeam

     It doesn't take you long to get a response from your @-rep contacts.

     Crabzilla#MarsForTheMartians: If you're looking for someplace discreet to crash, I'm in on a collectively owned property on that station and you can use my share.  I can give the caretaker the heads up  that you'll be using it and they can let you know the ground rules.  It's C block but we set up a counter-mist ALI so you don't have to deal with the noise.  You can crash there for a week probably before people start getting weird about it.

Asta

Estella set a thank you in reply, and relayed the information to her companions.

"Well I got us a spot, if this works for us. We got about a week to use it."

Oath

"Sounds good. Hopefully we can get set up for what we need to do in that week. Perhaps next we can try to figure out what happened to our last operation? Maybe knowing that will help us figure out what Holbach is up to as well."

pringerbeam

     "Sounds good.  Hopefully a week is enough time."  Said Jetz as you entered the main cargo bay.  Jetz stopped briefly to drop the cargo bay's loading ramp.  "Guess you'll take your car and we can just ride the mule?"  He asked as he looked to Estela.  "I'd say we'll meet you there but maybe it's a better idea to stick together.  We don't know what's going on yet so should be safer in numbers I would think."