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>>>>>[Have a good New Year's everyone.  Joy, prosperity, and all that
stuff to ya too.]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <23:01:20 / 12-31-55>
           Official Scape Goat
           Industrial Sound and Magic

*****NOT TO: Jacob Abrams; Humanis,CAS, or Fist of Five agents
>>>>>[THAT BASTARD KILLED MY FAMILY!!!!!!  HE DIES!!!!!]<<<<<
          --Silent Running (18:00:30 EST/12:31:55)

*****NOT TO: Jacob Abrams; Humanis, CAS,or Fist of Five agents
>>>>>[No, brother.]<<<<<
          --Bloodtooth (18:01:30 EST/12:31:55)

*****NOT TO: Jacob Abrams;Humanis,CAS, or Fist of Five agents
>>>>>[WHY NOT????!!!]<<<<<
          --Silent Running (18:02:30 EST/12:31:55)

*****NOT TO: Jacob Abrams; Humanis, CAS, or Fist of Five agents
>>>>>[Wolf has spoken, we must bring him to Justice.  If he resists in a way
that we have no choice BUT to kill him, fine.  If we find out that he will
not recieve Justice from his own lips, we can kill him then as well.]<<<<<
           --Bloodtooth (18:05:30 EST/12:31:55)

*****NOT TO: Jacob Abrams; Humanis, CAS, or Fist of five agents
>>>>>[I understand, brother.]<<<<<
          --Silent Running (18:06:30 EST/12:31:55)

*****Not To: Jacob Abrams; Humanis, CAS, or Fist of five agents
>>>>>[Well, it looks like Dragon did something stupid...He got CAUGHT!]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

>>>>>[Trixie, you are an Official Scapegoat for your company, how sad.  I
would like to meet you and maybe give you an offer you cannot refuse to work
with my company.  Oh, and by the way Happy New Years to one and all.]<<<<<
           --Ryuga (18:19:30 EST/12:31:55)
              CEO
               Ryaka Science and Tech

>>>>>[ Hey!  WIZ-ZER, chum-pals!!!  A party!?!  WAY wiz!  Sure,
you can count ME in!

And, did someone mention a HOT TUB?!?  GREAT!  There'd BEST
be some wiz lookin' guys around, at this thing! ;) ]<<<<<
        --  Wolf Runner ( 20:20:47 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ You know, if you need an "escort" to this lil' affair, I'd be
_more_  than happy to accompany you, dear.  You know, a sort of
"girls' night out"... ]<<<<<
        -- Silver Eyes ( 20:23:38 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ Uhm...no...that's o.kay, Silver Eyes!  Really, thanks for the,
uhm, ...offer!  But, uhm...LA LOUP!  _La Loup_ was gonna take
me!  And, well, ya know...I couldn't let him down...after I already
said "yes", right?

Besides, didn't you and _Vixen_ have plans, already?  I thought, ya
know, that you were gonna get together with her and Turquoise, and
go clubbin', or sumthin'!

Like, I said, you know...thanks, and all, but...I'm goin' out with
La Loup, tonite!  Isn't that RIGHT, La Loup!?! ]<<<<<
        --  Wolf Runner ( 20:27:05 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ HUH?!?!?   Er,....uh...yeah...uh, YEAH!  That's right, I'm,
uh..._I'm_ takin' her to Sheild's party, uh, tonite.  Yeah!  Sorry 'bout
that, Silver...]<<<<<
        --  La Loup ( 20:29:12 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ Oh, that's...that's quite alright, dear.  *pout*smile*  Maybe
another time...*shrug*  Have fun! ]<<<<<
        --  Silver Eyes ( 20:30:43 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ Uh..._thanks_, Silver...I will!  Same to you guys!  Happy
New Year!  *PHEW*  THANX, La Loup...you're a LIFESAVER!]<<<<<
        --  Wolf Runner ( 20:31:49 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ You OWE me, kid...]<<<<<
        --  La Loup ( 20:32:18 / 12-31-55 )

*****PRIVATE: Sahara, Mozart, Razz-Ma_Tazz, Dakota
>>>>>[ Look, guys, *sigh* I've been keepin my mouth shut, cause
Sean ASKED me to.  But, yer RIGHT...ya DO deserve ta know
what's been gion on.  At least, what happened at the studio...

Just, DON'T let him know I told ya, so ka?  Cause, I don't NEED no
closer look at his chromed claws!  Got that!?!  *SIGH*  Here goes
nuthin!  I must have a DEATH WISH!!!

Ya all know I called StreetWolf, cause I couldn't get into the studio,
and I couldn't find Nex, already.  Well, from outside, we could tell
somethin was wrong...there were a buncha windows busted out, and the bay
doors had some pretty big fraggin dents in em!  But, alla the
doors were locked up tight...and Nex' 4x4 was parked outside.  No
sign of HIM, though...

StreetWolf did the "astral thing", ya know, and said that Nex was
inside...but, that he didn't "look" quite..."right".  Said he was alone,
too, til he _thought_ he caught a "presence"...just out the corner of
his eye.  But, it was movin too fast for him to get a lock on it, before
it was gone.

So, he screws around with the lock a bit, til he works it open.  We
get inside...and, the place is TRASHED!!  Windows are busted, whole BANKS of
lights are shattered, circuits are blown, the walls
and floors have charred furrows and pits gouged in em, the eqipment's
SLAGGED!  Basically, it looked like someone'd let loose
with a fraggin ELECTRICAL STORM, in the warehouse!!

We found Nex, lyin under an overturned rack system, VERY
unconscious! He was a fraggin MESS!  We all know Nex is a SLOB,
at least where his living space is concerned.  But, he's damned
meticulous, usually, about his appearance, even under fire!  If
somethin looks outta place, that's cause he PUT IT that way, ya know!

Damn!  He'd had his hair in this REALLY long braid, but most of it'd
come undone.  And, I don't think he'd changed his clothes for at LEAST three
days!!  TOTALLY outta character, for him!  And, it was
pretty easy to see he'd been on one HELLUVA bender!  Truthfully,
I think he's been hittin the CHIPS again, too...*sigh*

We got him up, and drug him outside...I don't think he's been
eatin again.  He looked pretty pale, and almost gaunt...sorta drained.
Once he was outside, though, we could get a better look at him...

He looked like HELL!!  I bet ya he'd been lyin there all night, out
cold!  His hand was burned pretty bad, and we could see these tiny
lil...I dunno...BURNS, I guess, sorta snakin up his arm, across his
chest, then up his neck, and the side of his face.  They weren't BAD...just ST
RANGE!  Real thin, and thready, and S.W. said they
were probably followin his "neurological path", or sumthin.  I dunno...

Once we'd started movin him, he sorta started ta twitch.  But, his
cuz did some quick work over him, and he seemed ta be o.kay.  He
started comin round, right about then.  And, found out he'd blown
some circuits in his arm, and his eyes and links were all fragged up.
And, how he managed THAT, I'm sure _I_ couldn't tell ya!

Guys, he was REALLY slotted up!  A complete MESS!  He's not
takin ANYthing very well, right now, I guess.  His friends all droppin
round him like flies, his old neighborhood blown clean the frag away,
and I guess there's some more problems between him and Roxey...
he hardly even gets ta see his own kid!  Ya KNOW that's gotta be
tearin him up!!

Don't say nothin yet, but...the inside of his arm was all bruised up.
*sigh*  I dunno if he's gettin back into that drek again, or not!  He
wasn't gonna TELL me, and I wasn't about ta ASK!  NOT with the
mood he's been in!  *SIGH*  I already told Buzz about this last part,
so he could pass it onta Shadow...since he was around when Nex
was still trancin, down in CFS.  Maybe HE can come up with
sumthin...

This is all gettin WAY too weird!  Some STRANGE stuff happened
over there, that night.  And, if Sean knows what's goin on...he AIN'T
talkin!  But, I think we'd best keep an  eye on him, best we can!

Not much else we CAN do...he's just gonna have ta come to us,
when he's good and ready, I guess...much as I hate ta say it!
Remember, though...this is JUST BETWEEN _US_!!! ]<<<<<
        --  RANDOM ( 21:15:38 / 12-31-55 )

>>>>>[ HERE i COME TO THE PARTY! YES!  To bad Whisper made me not bring
my weapons =(.  Oh well I will have fun anyway...I want to trash SOMETHING!
FIRE FIRE FIRE!!! BURN TO HELL!  Mabye after the party I will go to
chicago for some fun!  Give me the party Weapons and some drinks!  Cuase
here I come to the party!]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[ SHIT! Sorry guys I tried to control him..he is just pumped up...he
threw away his prozac.  I will try to control hi m i promise! ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

>>>>>[Heh heh. Baron Samedi has spoken, too. Better dead than bloodsuckin',
if'n ya catch my drift. Go for the head shot!Hmm, guess some o' you pikers
ain't got a clue what I mean, huh?]<<<<<
         --  Jolly Roger (12:20:45 / 12-31-55)

>>>>>[ Hey, guys!  Checked out that party, over at Shield's and
Jasmine's...and, you are NOT gonna BELIEVE who had the gonies
to show up!

Yep!  You guessed it...NEX!!!  I DREK you not!  THE Nexus was
THERE!!!  I COULDN'T fraggin BELIEVE it!!!   And La Loup had to
go and take off, right before he showed up!!  UHHHH!!!  MEN!!!

I'd been there, bout two hours...didn't KNOW no one...but, HEY, I'm
a real party kinda gal, right!?!  I'm minglin, and drek like that, just
gettin to know everyone.  And, like, a buncha people, up near the
door, all get kinda _quiet_...and, they like, step back a little.

And, there's Nex, just standin in the doorway, takin everything in!
He's got all his weight on his right foot, with his hands shoved in his
pockets, and, he's sorta eyein everyone up, with his head lowered.
Ya know that eerie way he has of doin that-- barely movin a muscle,
and lookin like a big, hungry lion on the prowl.

He looked like he _actually_ took the time to clean up.  Had on those
old, scuffed dingos of his, and a pair of his torn-up jeans--skin tight,
of course! *lecherous grin*  And, one of his old flannels, with the
sleeves torn off.  His hair was clean, and he wore it down, and he'd
even taken the time to shave, and trim up his gotee. All in all, he
looked DAMNED frosty!!  Mm--mmm...

'Cept for the look in his eyes.  He didn't look quite..."right"...ya know.
Like he wasn't quite all _there_...and, chip-truth, it was a little
_scary_.  You could _tell_ he was makin people nervous!  Specially
since I don't think anyone but me even KNEW him!

So, all I could think to do was just...call out to him!  And, his head
jerks up, and he's all the sudden got this big smile on his face.  The
kind that shows his _fangs_...*phwww*  THAT made more than a _few_ back up!
 *smirk*

He comes across with one of his "Hey, kylie"s, and stands there all
expectant-like.  So, I go up to him, and he picks me up, in this
HUGE hug--and gives me a KISS!!!! *SIGH*giggle*   Then, he pulls
this fifth of Crested Ten out of his shirt, and whips it across the room,
to somebody over by the bar.  And asks who's gonna help him to
unload the truck.  Well, ya know what THAT means..._10 cases of
Guiness_, all for the takin!!

After that, it was all pretty much just minglin.  Seems, scary a
thought as it is, that Nex and Tarkis hit it off, pretty well...MUCH to
Whisper's chagrin!  And, he was a REAL hit, in the hot tub...like
THAT'S any surprise!! *smirk*  Roxey'd just better watch herself,
cause I _don't_ think she's gonna have _that_ wild-child under her
pretty little cast-iron thumb, for much longer.....

Somebody FINALLY figured out who he was...then everyone wanted
him to sing!  After a lot of pressure, he gave in.  As shy as he can
be, I'd say it was the alcohol (plus "x") coursin thru his system, that
actually got him up there.  But, the music keeps him sharp as
EVER!

Since he didn't have any back-up, he used the system in the 4x4,
and did a lot of old covers: Scorpions, Kingdom Come, Blue Murder,
Guns N' Roses, B.O.C., Queensryche, that sorta stuff.  He even
did BR's hit, "Valley of Kings", and sang "Edge of This Nightmare".
Tell ya this, even without alla the special fx, and the lighting, that is
one _creepy_ song, specially the way he was singin it, the other
night!  *shivver*

But, he REALLY got the place _rockin_!!  Man, he gave off some
_twisted_ vibes, over there!  So INTENSE!!  I bet all the _wiz-kids_
got one _hellofa_ show, viewin on the astral!

And, of course, he and Tarkis did the requisite _damage_! *sigh*
Nothin that couldn't be fixed, though...I _think_...  And, they got
into a drunken game of some weird variant of probably EVERY
contact sport known to man, with some of the other guys, outside...
in the cold...and the rain..._Brilliant_!  *sigh* They all had so much
alcohol in their blood, they probably coulduv shrugged off the Black
Plague!!

Then they came in, Nex ate like a BEHEMOTH, par usual, we partied
some more, counted down, partied a little _more_...and I was stuck,
checkin the dumpsters out back, hopin to find him in one.  He didn't
let me down! *sigh*  I finally found him, about two blocks away,
beltin out those really _filthy_ lymrics of his, at the top of his fraggin
lungs!  Couple of the guys from the party helped me get him out,
and over to his truck.  I hid his cred in the glove box -- and LOCKED
it!  He probably wasn't too thrilled about havin to jimmy it open with
his spurs!  *grin*  But, HEY, it'd keep him off the ROAD!

Now, before anyone yells that I shoulda taken him with me, let me
just say...he DIDN'T wanna GO!  I believe that's all ANYone who
_knows_ him needs to hear!  Am I _right_?

Looks like we're all gonna have to start keepin an eye out for him,
again...I went back over, to check on him.  Of course, he was gone.
Sorry guys, I did what I could!  You don't like it, YOU can try to
make him do somethin he doesn't WANT TO!! ]<<<<<
        --  Wolf Runner ( 04:30:29 / 01-02-56 )

>>>>>[ He COULD be with one of the girls from the party...or
Tarkis and Whisper might know where he is...you can check with
them. ]<<<<<
         --  Wolf Runner ( 04:31:18 / 01-02-56 )

***** PRIVATE TO: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[The astral security in Anna is tight. Makes sense, if you think about how
much they spend on weapons and matrix tech. Still, we don't know how strong
their wizards are. And those bloodsuckers... There's more behind this than just
expanding of Humanis' influence in the area. Something big.]<<<<<
        -- N'gase <01-02-56/05:31:57>

***** PRIVATE TO: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[You bet, black friend. I like the idea of having somebody going right to
Anna and playing ear on the wall. Any volunteers?]<<<<<
        -- Nightwing <01-02-56/05:59:02>

***** PRIVATE TO: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[Housefly, stop playing around with the guards. There's trouble ahead, so
better teach them the real thing. Besides, gunfire at night always makes me
a bit jumpy.

If you're looking for me, I gonna check the perimeter. Perhaps some of these
goons from Anna try to play scout, too.]<<<<<
        -- N'gase <01-02-56/06:44:21>

>>>>>[ WOO! WOO! what a freaken PARTY!.  I will pay repairs for the
walls, carpet, ceiling, bathroom, your whole pipe line system, new roof,
and what ever else i trashed with Nex.  Who woulda known Whisper diecided
to let me be this time!  Maybe cause I found a new friend, well both of
us found a new friend!  One thing about Nex though, pretty f***ed up
person (Like I am not =P ).  He gets wasted to fast though, and what the
frag was he doing in a trash can, but rather than that he was cool.  He
He after the party was even cooler though. Nex, Whisper, and me went out
in my car.  He looked really bad so I decided to take him to my favorite
place to practive martial arts and stuff, thought he would get a kick out
of it. He did started screaming angrly knocking his head and against the
walls and putting holes, then he passed out, go figure, can't even knock
his head against the wall without passing out.  So Whisper and I dragged
his bloody body to the sleeping area to let him sleep it off.  This
morning he made me promise not to tell where he is, and asked if he could
stay here, so I can't tell you where he is. ]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[ Well tarkis I didn't knock you out cause well, it as sorta fun,
brought back old times when we used to catch bears and wolves and rip
then to shreds with our bare hands.  As for Nex i hope he doesn't have
brain damage, I mean knocking your head like that against the wall.  I
amnot sure why we doesn't wanna leave, maybe its the sutff in here.  Heck
I know anyone who is in any was messed up inside like you Tarkis wouldn't
want to leave your little hiding place.  This place is well, um, well I
can't explain it.  I think Iwill go out and get some food, I feel Nex is
gonna stay herea _long_ time.]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

>>>>>[Well I knock my head against the wall at time, but oh yeah, I knock
it against the east wall, not the stone wall. ]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

*****Private: Duncan
>>>>>[ After a long discussion with Courier I have discovered the purpose
of Star Financial, Mr. Gillian's mission. I would tell you, but,
something tells me you already know... ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <22:39:31/01-02-56>

*****Private: Fenris
>>>>>[ Indeed, what do you intend to do with the information... ]<<<<<
        --  Duncan <22:46:05/01-02-56>

*****Private: Duncan
>>>>>[ It's your data, you paid for it, I wont 'do' anything with it.
Although, if you wish to recoup some money, I do know of a buyer, I can
handle the details for a standard commission. But why do I get the
impression you are aware of this also. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <22:48:17/01-02-56>

*****Private: Fenris
>>>>>[ You are right of course, this entire play has been most
entertaining, I merely wished to see if the honour you profess was truly
there, you have been a most interesting subject. Do please post the video
image to the shadowland board, I am interested in how that young man you
hired went, another interesting character. Hmmm, so many to study, and so
little time. Oh, and finially, the sale of that information should more
than meet the final payment, even with a commission, consider the
remainder a bonus. ]<<<<<
        --  Duncan <22:50:48/01-02-56>

*****Private: Duncan
>>>>>[ Who are you??? Hmmm, anyway, it'll take a few days to properly
compile the video footage, and a few more to sell the paydata, so expect
the 'play' to be posted, hmm, by Friday, ormaybe early next week. ]<<<<<
        --  Fenris <22:51:29/01-02-56>

*****PRIVATE: Tarkis, and Whisper
>>>>>[Don't worry about Nex's brain too much, he's a *REAL* hard-head.  Hell,
I've had to live with him.  Keep me informed about what is going on with him.
USE encryptions.  I'm busy with something right now, and it may cause some
problems for Nex, if Encryptions are not used.]<<<<<
          --Shadow (16:15:30 EST/01:02:56)

*****PRIVATE: Random
>>>>>[You should contact Mecurian and Slicke, they will be able to help,
better than I can, in any case.  Take away any of Nex's drugs and chips that
you find.  I know it may piss him off, but I see no alternative.]<<<<<
          --Shadow (16:19:30 EST/01:02:56)

***** PRIVATE: DragonEyes
>>>>>[Tell Jason we had a problem during our New Years Eve part here
at the office.  Im currently in the hospital as are a couple of the
security staff and a couple of the guests who were in attendance.

I know that Jason doesnt like to go to Lone Star when things happen down
here (we arent in the best neighborhoods in town) and he might want to
look into it.  I dont have the security logs from the cameras
yet.  The doctors tell me that I will be discharged tonight so I will
get the footage edited and out to you directly as soon as I can.  If he
is well enough to travel, send him home.]<<<<<
        -- Trixie <04:54:40 / 01-03-55>

>>>>>[I'm still not sure exactly what happened. The transformer must've
overloaded or something, but we can scratch one good MPCP, a vidcam, and
probably this TV set too. Won't even talk about the telecom.

I don't remember very much else after that. I was pretty well dazed after the
I/O unit sent about 15,000 volts down my spine, and I started drinking
heavily after that. That troll plays a mean game of Pyramid.]<<<<<
        --  Dragonfly (It's TUESDAY!?)

*****PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club (the Anna Crew)
>>>>>[My dear friend Kim the Troll has asked me in that predictably witty way
of his to tell N'gase that he is not playing with the guards. I will: he is
not playing with the guards. Neither is he, as he claims, training them, in
my humble estimation. He simply lacks the requisite faculties for doing so
(to which he so eloquently adds: Yeah, I need more teachers.), and lacking
these, could not possibly hope to do so.

I have suggested that he help them learn how to shoot that cannon of his with
relative accuracy. He has agreed that this would be easy enough, so long as
that fraggin' LAV doesn't come over the wall again. I asked him why that was
a problem, and he said it threw off the wind estimates for the long-range
target. You get the picture?]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (02:00:32 / 1-3-56)

*****PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[I am not really that dumb. Really. But I do know that these guys are
shooting bows, and bows are different than assault rifles. I think if I train
them we need to get them armed. Preferably with supermachineguns. Know where
we can get any? Cheap? No, cheaper.]<<<<<
        -- Housefly (2:15:33 / 1-3-56)

PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[Had a long chat with Wildfire about Anna's defenses against magical assa
ult today. He claims that there are active magicians in there, and yes, maybe
a couple vampires. He guesses that one is Nosferatu. To me, this is a bad
thing. His astral work has been slowed by the fact that most places seem
well-warded.

His sentiments tend to be against what he sees in Jolly Roger. I'm sorry,
Roger, I like you, but WIldfire just doesn't. I'm not sure why. But I think
it's safe to say that you'll be better off with a strike team than with any
astral cover...

Meantime, I think I now know what to do about J'boro defense. Primary key:
distraction. Get these guys geared and primed to take out the next raiding
party, and wipe 'em out flat. While J'boro scrambles for cover after the
fact, we can slip in under Wildfire's nature spirit. Unless someone else can
bring us out a city spirit?]<<<<<
        --  Damselfly (02:30:54 / 01-02-56)

PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[Anyone seen Roger? I got up to go yell at him and he was gone. I think
his guns are gone too, but he wasn't at the barricade.]<<<<<
        --  Housefly (02:48:44 / 01-02-56)

*****NOT TO: Nex
>>>>>[ Hmmm who is Nex's friends? ]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[Anyone need to hire a killer...I am free for a day or two, just ask
me ]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

*****PRIVATE: Shadow
>>>>>[ Thanks, Shadow...I took your suggestion, and called up
Q.S. and MercurIan.  _Unfortunately_, they were tied up indefinately,
in somthin, and there's not much they can do, to help us out.

Slicke just asked us all to keep an eye on him, and to try to keep
him outta TOO much trouble.  They agreed, about takin his chips
and drek away from him.  I found his chip-player, and hid it.  At
least he didn't have it with him, all this time.  But, I'm afraid to see
what he's been usin in its PLACE.

Most likely, he's been usin Slink and, as frightenin as it is, XTC. He's
probably gotten his hands on some of yer run-of-the-mill Speed, too.
Just hope he doesn't start hittin the 'Ludes, or anything like that!
And, he might just be o.kay.  We'll just have to try to get him OFF
the stuff, ASAP, that's all.

AND, we'll have to FIND him!  I found part of a stash of Zen...he's
probably got some on him, if he's been as stressed out as he seems
to be.  Though he'll _probably_ be o.kay, doin THAT stuff.  It may
_actually_ keep him outta trouble!  Just as long as he doesn't mix it
too heavily with alcohol...there's no tellin WHAT might happen, then!

*SIGH*  I feel really drekky, 'bout havin to call Slicke like that!  Now,
he's all worried, and there's not a whole lot he can DO, right now!  I
was figurin I'd get in touch with Whisper, some time soon, here.  See
what she has to say 'bout how he's holdin up.  And, how SHE'S
holdin up!  Poor Girl!! *sigh*  I dunno...maybe Sean just needed some
time away.  Maybe hangin out with someone new might get him
back on track.  Again, I dunno...

I'm gonna beat feet, chummer.  You guys take care, so ka? ]<<<<<
        --  RANDOM ( 23:10:48 / 01-03-56 )

>>>>>[Yes, I am inside Anna. And yes, Abrams, this is being run through a
blind front or two, so no, I won't really be very traceable at all.
Nonetheless, I think you will find the news less than reassuring. And if you
don't, talk to a certain Colonel Grabner, CAS Special Forces. He can tell you
all about me.

I wanted you to know I was coming. I wanted you to know, because I've got no
grudge left against you dumb hicks. It's those vamps I want. And I will get
them, Abrams.

Like I said. Ask Grabner.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (01:25:34 / 01-04-56)

>>>>>[ Hey Nex ya out there, sorry to upset ya, but i don't like it when
ya start tearing up my shit just because I took a couple drugs away from
ya.  And I don't care waht you think, I know your drugs are bad for ya.
And you can't tell me I do drugs cause Prozac was prescribed to me.  Ya
gotta get off that shit dude, ya should take drugs that help ya like
those anti-despressants things.  Your messed up dude, and I can't figure
why the hell everytime i try to send a private message to ya its
blocked.  Stop blocking messages dude, its like uncool when people wanna
talk private and have to end up telling the whole world.  SO if ya can
hear this like just stay cool, and oh yeah, I well.  I don't wanna do
this, but ya tore some art up, and well.  I can't resist this, i am going
to have to get ya back for that.  Sorry bud i like ya and all, and i am
trying to fight it, but ya got Uncle Tarkis mad, and well ya can't just
do that.  So i am warning ya stay away from me cause probably next time i
see ya I will snap.  Now if Whisper ever un ties me I will come na d get
ya, oh well ]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[Whoa, what a party.  Thanks to everybody who came.  Uh, I don't wuite
know how to put this, but, someone left a swimsuit in the hot tub.  It could
be either a man's or a woman's.  So, obviously, it's a pair of bottoms.  If
you are the unfortunate soul who lost them, let me know.  Thanks to everyone
who came.  Also, thanks to the unanamed party that dropped us a credstick
which will more than cover any damage.  It was a pleasant gift upon waking up
to the complete chaos.  This was well worth the effort to put on.  Thanks
again.]<<<<<
        -- Jasmine < 9:00:00 / 1-4-56 >

>>>>>[Christ, the first time I tell everybody at the office I'm
leaving and I don't want any of my mail, they actually listen to me
and what happens?  The whole fraggin' world has New Year's partys
that I miss!

Ya wanna know what I spent New Year's Eve doin'?

Well, there we were, I'm crashed in the sand under a palm tree on the
beach and Karen's down in the surf right?  I didn't bother spackling
on that gadddamn sunscreen the doc gave me (I swear that drek is lime
fraggin' green and impossible to rub in, I hate that damn crap), but
do I remember that?  Noooooo.  Little Freddy says, hey, look at her
playing in the water, go join her before soembody else does.  So what
do I do, I get up and start walking (well, okay, limping) into the
water.

Honest to fraggin' god, I can hear the skin on my back sizzling.  I
couln'ta been in the sun for a good minute and a half, tops.  Can you
say second fraggin' degree burns?  I knew you could.

So we spent New Year's Eve in the fraggin' burn ward.... really
fraggin' romantic, huh?  Good for me they've got some good medicos
down there.  One of the first shamans I've actually liked.

Well, I hope everybody else had a better holiday.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:25:12 / 01-04-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Trixie
>>>>>[Christ what is this place turning into, the visit-FryppSec-then-
complain forum?  Kor spent all of his time ripping on my lack of
magicks, and you're slammin' my deckers.  Well, actually there's
nothing wrong with that, I spend most of my time doing that too, it's
just they're my deckers to run down!

Hey, I'm gonna stick my head up thataway sometime and take a look at
your simulators, when's a bad time?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:30:12 / 01-04-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: OS^2
>>>>>[That's more like it!

Any particular timeframes?

I've started calling around on the Jamaican shipment.... you wouldn't
believe the offers I'm getting.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:35:12 / 01-04-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[  Hey Freddy, glad to see you are back from that little hiatus..  Ready
to talk about employment opportunities yet? (This damned couch is getting kinda
lumpy, by the way .. you should get some new furniture. *grin*)  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 19:58:04/1-04-56 >

>>>>>[That was quite a wing ding you had there, Jasmine.  And no, it
wasn't my bathing apparel left in the hot tub.  Thanks for inviting me.
Sorry I had to buzz in and out, but I had to spend the next three days
doing some training with the Pueblo recruits and magical types.

Oh, and please tell me the next time you serve jello shots.  What was the
seceret ingredient, gasoline? :-)  I'll catch you guys later.]<<<<<
        -- Spellslinger (21:17:45/01-04-55)

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Fripp
>>>>>[So how was the league?  sorry to hear about the burns. If it will make
you feel any better, My new years wasn't all that either. There we were me
and legs (sorry really can't 'member her name, I had a nice romantic dinner
all set, you know.  Me and legs where geting into that romantic thing. And
wouldn't you know it this trog from about a year and a half ago decides that
he doesn't want to stay dead and crashes my Squat (new years days blues or
something??!??) Well, needles to say I'm here clicking away at this key-pad
and he's in parts unknown. (well, some of his parts anyway.)  So what's in
the agenda for this new year? Oh, and how about that steady?]<<<<<
        --  God < 06:34e / 01/05/56 >

***** Private: Griffyn
>>>>>[I was right, this list is turning into a place to bash me.
Kor was reminding me constantly that I've got no paranormal
presence, Trixie's started running down my deckers and now you're
complaining about the furniture -  Christ.  What's next?  Are the I-
Marines gonna start complaining that I'm skimping on ammo?  (NOT DAMN
LIKELY!)

Anyway, by now you've probably been intro'd to everybody on the
magical side of the books... pretty pathetic, huh?  Buncha one-shots
and burn-outs.  Recruitment is a bitch these days.  The corps are
snatching up the kids quicker than I can, and the experienced spell-
chuckers don't want to get tied in with me (can't understand that
one...).  So I'm in drek-shape.

What I need the most (on the record) is somebody who can put together
all of the fun (and profitable!) defensive magicks.  You know
barriers (physical, astral, the whole shot) and maybe the odd spirit.
'Course, it doesn't hurt to have someone who can toss combat magic
with the best of them, either....  Off the record, I need that combat
magic, with illusions and defense running a close second and third,
the stuff you were providing a coupla weeks back.

Now, we can get just about whatever materials you'll need or we'll
reimburse you for what we can't.  I can offer twenty-five percent of
whatever revenue you generate (which doesn't mean conjuring out of
thin air, the CRS doesn't appreciate that, and neither does the gold
market) via magical contracts, as well as a hundred and fifteen
percent of the usual starting salary of >>>salary<<<, plus a
cut of whatever we get on the side.  We can arrange the proper
documentation, to cut down on harassment (don't worry about a
SIN, I know people who can fake them with the best, as long as you
don't mind trying to live legally with an illegal ID).  We'll also
cover someplace for you to crash, with a real bed even!

Well, do we have a deal?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:37:12 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: God
>>>>>[I was wrong.  You're giving men in general a bad name.  Can't
even remember her name... course depending on her legs, I can't
really blame you....

This year will be more of the usual fun and games.  Already planning
the festivities for February 7.

Anyway, I need somebody to hang around with my response teams outta
town.  The Marines won't let me keep these heavily armed buncha
crazies inside the city limits, so just to avoid a confrontation that
could get more messy than usual, I do keep them out of town, most of
the time.  I need you to give them magical back-up.  Plus, I'd like
to have you around for "stuff" that might come up, like the other
week.  Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean, know what I mean?
Opening salary on the legal side is >>>salary<<< with bonuses from
the other side.

Game?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:45:12 / 01-06-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Hey, no making fun of the jello shots, that's my mother's recipe.]<<<<<
        -- Shields < 8:05:00 / 1-05-56 >

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[  Count me in, Freddy .. for the SIN, you can list my real name as
>>encrypted<<.  So when do we get started?  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 16:29:05/1-05-56 >

>>>>>[You know...I'm trying not to laugh too hard, honestly I'm not.

Sounds like you had a just fine New Years...better than mine.

I got shot.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Whoa, color me one-upped.

Two questions:

1) Spiteful ex-girlfriend or a possesive one-night fling from waaay
back?

2) Where'd ya get shot?  Nowhere important I hope.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:00:00 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Griffyn
>>>>>[Well, we can get the paperwork started whenever.

You familiar with the Ruger Thunderbolt?  Well, we gotta get the
usual junk issued to you: uniform, sidearm, ID, a procedures manual,
all that good drekola.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:02:12 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[  Okay.. I'll swing by your office in a couple of minutes.  Need to
stretch some, this couch is killing me.

+++++ Included sound:  chuckle.snd

Never used the Thunderbolt.. is that the standard issue firearm?  I'm sure
I can get used to it fairly quickly ... I'm a quick learner.  See you in a
bit.  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 18:00:05/1-05-56 >

***** Private: Freddy Fripp
>>>>>[Well, I'm game. but here's the standard question
 how many credsticks dows that come in???
+++++include sound cshregstr.snd
oh and does that include a company car???]<<<<<
        --  GoD < 01/01/96 / Date >

>>>>>[ Whooaahh...hey, Jas!  Scimpy lil black n' burgundy Speedo-
type things, right?  *smirk*  So THA'S where I left em!   Sorry 'bout
tha', kylie!  I'll hafta keep better holduvem, next time.  ;)  ]<<<<<
        --  THE Nexus (When:the:bullet / Hits-the-bone )

>>>>>[ Hey, d' anyone happen ta get tha lass' name?  ]<<<<<
        --  THE Nexus (When:the:bullet / Hits-the-bone )

>>>>>[Wrist shot.  It's hard to explain.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[I guess.  Ya know if I was in a more immature mood right now,
I'd be making cracks about how your sex life will be going down the
drecker.

But... I think you'd hafta be six feet under for that to
happen.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (14:00:00 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: GoD
>>>>>[Uh, just the one.  And no, how fraggin' crazy do you think I
am?  You'd just sell the damn thing and walk.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (14:05:12 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Nex, the little burgundy flowers suit your style.  To tell you the
truth, these look like a wedgie waiting to happen.  You can pick 'em up here.
Or, if you'd like, we can mail 'em to you, chummer.  It doesn't surprise me
that they're yours.]<<<<<
        -- Jasmine < 12:20:34 / 1-05-56 >

>>>>>[Shut up, prick...I don't need to hear it.]<<<<<
        --  Christopher Tarleton <Dark/Angel>

>>>>>[Um, ah.... so, howzabout them Seahawks?  Tough game against the
Niners.  I though the Seahawks looked pretty good in the last
five minutes, though.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (14:17:12 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Not To: Christopher Tarleton
>>>>>[Wow, what's gotten into him?  Anybody got any dirt on
what happened?]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (14:18:00 / 01-05-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Who pissed in his wheaties this morning?

Freddy, anytime in the next couple of weeks would be pretty bad and pretty
good.  Depends on how you look at it.  We had a bit of a scuffle outside
our building on New Years Eve.  I havent quite figured out who or what
did it just yet but Im looking into it.

+++++ Upload Image

Picture of the side of a warehouse with grafiti spray painted in red.  The
image sharpens to show the words "Hand of Five" in still dripping red paint.

Does anyone know what the hell that is supposed to mean?  I like thought
I knew all of the up and coming gangbangers in the area but this one is
news to me.]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <20:57:23 / 01-05-55>

>>>>>[ Hey Jas now that I am sober, and the prozac wore off, I can tell
you that your party rocked!  Just send the damaged bill to >>encrypted<<.
I will be sure to pay them as soon as I get the bill.  Rather than that
you have an awsome place, I liked the decking area, it rocked!  Hm what
would happen if i stuck a gerbil in the blender and...opps started
talking to myself again.  Disregard that last statement.  well
anyway...oh wait if instead i use blue to replace the green on this
picture then it would show the anger in the...DAMN! started drifting off
again...sorry I have to take my prozac now...before I blank out and wake
up with a couple dead bodies at my place.]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[ JJAASSS!!!!  They r' NOT _flowers_!!!!  They're..."astral
implications"...r' _soomthin_ like tha...like, uh, representations a'
the astral consciousness, r'...m'be lil abstract doggies, r'..._I_
DUNNO...they're NOT flowers!!!! *POUT*  Jus'...send em ta
<<encrypted>>...ka?   *they're _not_ flowers...would _I_ wear
_flowers_!?  I dun THINK so!*grumble*groan*bitch*gripe* ]<<<<<
        --  THE Nexus ( When:the:bullet / Hits-the-bone )

>>>>>[ Well, well, heres the show you've all been waiting for, just what
has Fenris been up to lately...

+++++Include: Matrix.run.edited

(Quickly you fade to black, you can hear someone speaking the voice is
mildly familiar)

Courier: Hmm, this should do it.

(The matrix flashes into view, you are inside a virtual van, in front of
you is a persona icon, it appears to be a 13-15 year old elf, dressed in
shorts, a T-shirt, wearing a cap (backwards) with the words 'Express
Delivery' on it and carrying a parcel bag. The figure seems to survey
you, and, finially nods to itself, as the word 'ME' flashes on the screen
beside the elf icon you guess that you're point of reference is coming
from some sort of smart frame.

The elf opens the van door and steps out, you follow behind and are
suddenly standing under the silicon sky of the matrix proper, a pushbike
comes into existance besides the elf, he jumps on and streaks away, you
follow him...

After a short time you begin circling, looking up at the massive icon
that you are circling again and again you see a gigantic corporate office
building with a star logo proudly displayed in several location, you
realise that this is the matrix system for Star Financial Enterprises.

Finially you stop, the pushbike has disappeared and the elf stands nearby
a small side door into the 'building', a security guard stand either side
of the door, as yet unaware of you or the elf. The elf adopts a
thoughtful pose for a few seconds then becomes a miniture whirlwind,
reappearing moments later in the guise of a pizza delivery person, then
walks towards the guards...)

Guard 1: Halt! Who seeks entrance...

Guard 2: What is your access number...

Courier: Pizza delivery for a mister Gillian, it's his favourite...

(With that a cloud of strange coloured smoke puffs out of the pizza box
box and curls it's way towards the guards faces, as it reaches they take
a sniff and thier demeanor relaxes...)

Guard 1: Alright...

Guard 2: Pass through...

(You wind your way through several more nodes, taking a route that seems
familiar, a couple of times the pizza delivery elf is stop, but each time
the cloud of smoke seems to subdue the ICE. Arriving at the CPU the elf
quickly rushes over to the large virtual terminal in the wall and begins
pushing buttons, seemingly at random.

Second later a trapdoor opens up in the floor, the elf spins around
again, returing to the X-press icon, which jumps down into the trap door,
and you follow...

Your fall is broken as you enter another room, this one has pictures
(presumibly from security cameras) present on every single surface,
looking around you see a hellhound icon, it is growling at the elf, who
draws a newspaper from his bag...

The hound leaps at the elf, who throws, the newspaper spread out and
entangle the hound, while some of the paper just falls away, as you
expected, other bits wrap themselves around the hound icon, slowing it
down and allowing the elf to roll out of the way.

The hound icon lands heavily and slowly tries to get up, the elf is
quicker, he comes out of the roll into a stand, and taking the bag from
his shoulder swings it down at the hound. Half way through the swing the
bag changes, becoming an anvil attached to the strap the elf is swinging,
you think you make out the word 'ACME Iron Anvil' on the side of the
strange icon as it smacks into the hound. The hound appears dazed, as,
twice more the anvil whacks it before it can rise, after the third hit
the hound whimpers, and then disappears.

The elf quickly adjusts the image on the wall you are facing, it becomes
an empty hallway, the elf then opens part of the picture and pulls out a
cord, he walks over to you and sticks the cord in, in that instant you
become the camera, looking out over the hallway.)

+++++ Feed interupted: waiting to connect...

Damn it, who is interupting me... ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <23:17:05/01-05-56>

>>>>>[ It's me Courier, that pro has hit again, a Prof this time, check
out channel 52 ]<<<<<
        --  Packman <23:17:12/01-05-56>

>>>>>[ Hmm, it does indeed seem that a Professor Darren Willard has been
cut to bits by monfilament wire in his home. Aparently Mr. Willard was a
specialist magical researcher, his field of research was: Shamans and
their Totems. Present research was, umm... Chicago related I believe...
Word is the Star believes it's related to that gundown last month, dont
know why, yet...

Anyway, on with the show...

+++++ Reconnect Feed: Matrix.run.edited

(Once again the hallway comes into view, it is currently empty, giving
you time to survey it, at the end is a large double door, the presence of
a security station next to it indicates the door probably leads outside,
you can see a guard, just, he appears to be playing cards, talking and
drinking, there must be more than one.

You catch some movement and zoom in, the door creeps open an inch and
the end of two barrels come into view, one at ground level, another at
about human head height. Both spit at the same time, and you realise that
they are narcojet rifles, the guard you can see has collapsed, and you
guess the other did too, as the alarm hasn't sounded. As the door opens
fully the security terminal comes on line, the familiar figure of the elf
is shown on it. In the door you can see two figures, both holding
narcojet rifles, the caucasian lying on the ground covering the hallway
has brown hair and is in a long trenchcoat, opening the door and kneeling
over him is a huge troll, shaven, after a few seconds you recognise him,
just before the names flash onto the screen, Doomsday and Zarkon.

When Doomsday is satisfied the coast is clear he quickly moves over to
the terminal and begins speaking softly, Zarkon, holding open the door
scans the hallway then leans up against the door, and goes into a trance.
He nods and two more figures come into view, after thier performance at
the party you recognise them as Whisper and Tarkis, neither of them are
carrying any weapons that you can see, but you pick up Tarkis saying
something, a fact which seems to annoy Whisper.)

Tarkis: That door was a piece of cake, you know, I should paint
something on it, leave my mark. so to speak... when do we get to beat
someone up.

(Whisper quickly pushes Tarkis into the security station and they
re-emerge carrying a drugged guard each, which they deposit in the room
across the hall, they then go back into the station and return this time
carrying a troll in security uniform. For a second you are confused, only
two rifles, and three down, there is a mage, but he was a shooter, then a
fifth figure comes through the door, he is an ork, large and dressed in a
dinner suit, no obvious weapons, as the name Fenris super-imposes itself on
the screen you realise that the wolf shaman nailed number three.

As the terminal goes blank Zarkon returns to normal state and puts on a
helmet, you notice communication and recording gear attached to it.
Doomsday takes point and begins leading the group, Whisper and Tarkis
follow with Zarkon and Fenris bringing up the rear. As they turn into
another hallway your view shifts, and you get vantage from a different
camera, the best for where they are.

The group twists and turns through the complex, the whole time you watch
them, finially your view switches and you cannot see them, you are
looking at an elevator, in front of it stands a pair of guards, these two
are alert, and appear more professional than normal security. Doomsday
comes into view, he is still out of the guards sight, and he signals the
situation back.

Fenris points to Whisper and Tarkis, the two nod and then break for it,
whirling around the corner straight at the two guards, who are surprised,
but they recover and start bringing weapons on line, you realise that the
two sams wont make it as the guards smile and take carefull aim. Both
then go stock straight and collapse, as both Fenris and Zarkon appear
around the corner, of course, the suicidal charge was a simple diversion.
The group of five warily approaches the elevator, Doomsday rips a panel
off it and Tarkis begins fiddling with the wires, a short time later the
elevator arrives and opens, empty. As the group climbs into the elevator,
dragging the guards with them, your view once again fades into
nothingness)
+++++End feed

Ok, from here I have to send through the camera recording, it'll be a few
minutes. ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <23:47:32/01-05-56>

>>>>>[ Ok, I think thats got it...

+++++ Include: camera.recording
(Into your view flashes the inside of the elevator, the team is somewhat
squashed in, and the two limp forms of the security guards dont help
matters much, the level indicator on the door is not operating, and you
notice Doomsday watching his watch, as he starts to speak.)

Doomsday: 8,7,6,5,4,3

Fenris: Showtime!!

Doomsday: 1,0 ....

(The doors to the elevator slide open, you see that the elevator opens
into a huge room, panels and terminals are everywhere along the sides of
the room, there is enough high tech stuff in this room to land a ship on
the moon. Sitting at various terminals are operaters, about 6 in all,
while scattered around the room are a total of 8 guards. About 3 metres
from the elevator entrance is a striking elf, wearing a business suit
with the Star Financial logo he is talking heatedly with another elf,
this one garbed in a straight black stealth-suit with Tir Nan Og service
patches.

Then the pair turn towards the elevator...)

Fenris: Oh drek, BREAK!!!

(Unsurprisingly Doomsday is the first to react, he leaps forward,
punching the 'suit' and swinging a stun rod at the black clad elf.
Surprisingly however the operative is out of the way before the blow
connects, diving, and as he comes to his feet a katana appears in his
hand, you are unsure where it came from. The opponent square off against
each other as Tarkis and Whisper rush past towards the still recovering
security guards.

Fenris casually walks toward the 'suit' who is regaining his feet as
Zarkon yells warning to Doomsday.)

Zarkon: Og ninja is a phy ad, suits a mage...

Fenris: I know, hello Mr. Gillian, nice to meet you.

Gillian (the suit): You're the shadow that's been following me? You're
going to regret that, but first you're going to tell me who hired you?

Fenris: Oh dear, I was hoping that you would be able to answer my
questions concerning that.

(Behind Fenris two pair of forms begin to appear, he appears oblivious as
two salamanders and two slyph assume material form, the slyphs head
towards the camera (which you guess is in Zarkons helmet) while the
salamander throw themselves at Fenris. One smashes into something and is
thrown back, however the other knocks the ork into Gillian and over
badly burning his left arm, but also distracting Gillian. As the two
slyphs close in they to waver and stop as (you assume) Zarkons elementals
protect him.

>From the distance you hear gunfire, probably directed at Whisper or
Tarkis, however you vision centres on Gillian as he rises and turns
toward you. The helmet wavers for a second, Zarkon just did something,
you're not sure what, as he takes aim with the narcojet rifle, then a
burning ball appears in Gillian hand and streaks towards you, you flinch
as the fire washes around some barrier, a foot or so from Zarkon and he
fires needles at Gillian, who staggers, then drops. However you notice
that a slyph having finished off you're elementals begins approaching you
again...

Before it can do anything it screams and fragments, you see Fenris behind
arm outstreched and sporting a host of minor burns shrug.

Zarkon looks around and you see the security guards, all of them out for
the count, scattered around the room. Doomsday, bleeding all over the
floor, stands erect, in victory over the black clad elf, but you realise
it cost him dearly, Whisper and Tarkis both appear a bit ragged and
bloody but you're unsure of who's blood it is.)

Fenris: Tarkis, your probably the most knowledgable about this stuff, I
want a full inventory of the equipment in the room, Zarkon, help
Doomsday, Whisper, your guard.

(The respective people nod quickly and move, silently, then breaking the
silence Fenris begins singing, a song with power, for his arm heals
itself before you're eyes. The ork then moves off to check that all the
forms are indeed, still alive.)
+++++End feed

Well that's it, hope you enjoyed, oh yeah, Fenris asked me to pass out
the candy...

+++++Transfer 150K NY Tarkis/Whisper account
+++++Transfer 75 K NY Zarkon account
+++++Transfer 75 K NY Doomsday account

It seems that Mr. J. was so happy that he added a bonus fella's, catch
later. ]<<<<<
        --  Courier <00:16:38/01-06-56>

>>>>>[Well, I finally met the "legendary" Nexus. And I have to say, I'm not
all that impressed. For all his reputed style and charm, he accosted me in an
_alleyway_, as if he were some kind of street rogue. Granted, he does leave a
mark in the mind -- a bonny young lad -- but his reliance on fear tactics
smells of gutterpunk the entire way. I'm rather surprised some young snipe
hasn't taken his attitude as more of a challenge.

I don't think I'm going to much like working with this gentleman, Buzz.]<<<<<
        -- Damselfly (12:45:04 / 01-06-56)

>>>>>[I think Damselfly is leaving out the story. When Dragonfly finished my
camera (he melted it! But it's fixed now) I was out testing it. I heard
Damselfly's voice in the alley so I went. And cause I was still tapin' --
well, let me show you:

+++INCLUDE: video alley.vid {The camera opens to a dim alleyway. The
buildings on either side are not especially high, but the overcast sky and
the failing light throw a harsh veil across the decaying wood structures.
Movement is visible in this murk: two barely illuminated figures face off
about 10 meters from each other. The back of one is turned to the camera; its
size and stature recommend a guess of male, probably (though not decidedly)
human. The other, caught in the occasional jag of light, is obviously elfin,
and obviously female. She is dressed in high leather boots and black pants of
unidentifiable fabric, a heavy jacket in subdued greys making her figure
unnaturally triangle. Her hair -- short and orange-red -- is dishevelled, and
she has a fierce look of wrath splashed across her chiselled features. She
grunts as the camera strains to focus, and jagged wisps of iridescent blue
burst -- out of focus -- around the first figure. The camera sharpens its focu
s on her face as her expression briefly crosses surprise into terror, then
back into shock. A distant laugh crosses the audio, and movement behind the
woman makes the camera jump to a blurry focus on a third form behind her.
 The third figure is partially obscured by the woman, but as the camera
desperately tries to focus in the dim light, it becomes clear that this is
the source of the laughter -- an almost 7 ft. blond man, slender of build and
thin of face -- and nearly as obvious are the fangs glistening from within
his laughing mouth.  In the foreground, the woman whirls, and the camera
pulls back to a broad view, broad enough to see the first man reaching into
his coat, broad enough to see the second man's hand encased in a flickering
ball of flame, broad enough to see the woman half-turned between them, her
features -- even at this distance -- reflecting an unmistakable terror. The
blond man raises his glowing hand and points. The woman blanches and drops to
the ground as a dart of flame shoots through the gloom -- over her head -- to
ignite the other man's cigarette as it is tossed from hand to mouth. A few
quick puffs serve to draw the ember into life, giving the camera an excellent
three-quarter profile of a gaunt-faced man of unmistakable appeal. Meantime,
the woman is groping for something inside her jacket. The camera jostles
around a bit more than usual before it cuts to blank tape.}

Much funnier, huh?  THE Nexus knows a good joke.]<<<<<
        --  Housefly (01:04:55 / 01-06-56)

>>>>>[Hmmm. In my defense, Nex *did* give me a full view of those chompers of
his. And when Housefly finally *did* step up to "save the day," THE Nexus
bashed him across the face and sent him sprawling across the pavement. When
he didn't get up, I stopped reaching for the gun and started praying for the
heavy cavalry. It didn't come, but Nex walked up, offered me a hand, and
introduced himself and his cousin, Street Wolf. The names were familiar, even
if the fangs weren't, so when he asked to be taken to "whome'er would be in
charge a' this lil death wish," I didn't hesitate to take him -- to Buzz.
Much as I think Dragonfly might like him around, I wouldn't. He gave me the
-- creeps. And besides, I don't think its all that funny.]<<<<<
        --  Damselfly (01:17:29 / 01-06-56)

*****PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club (the Anna Crew)
>>>>>[I won't be lettin' on why, but it's lookin' easier, now, chummers. I
spent some time doin' the physical look-see, and I think I'm ready to kick
hoopsters, whenever you all get yourselves movin' enough to get here.

That pokin' around I did tells me that the vamps ain't in town hall. That
place is spooky, sure, but I think it's spooky for the mayor. He seems to
like them bloodsuckers an awful lot, though. I went huntin' after him one
night, and he went over next door -- ya know the place, the one with the
living floor? -- and when he went in, he was all dim, like one a them
cyborgs. But he came out lookin' like some drek-hot initiate without the
hidey-aura. Fair glowed like a bonfire. Lookin' to me like dinner was vamp
blood.

He ain't easy to get to, though. He keeps guys with him around the clock,
includin' one betty got an aura like a wall. Don't want to be doin' that!

And that buildin' next door -- it's more than just the power & water plant.
That place must have grow lamps and hydro tanks, cuz they're turnin' out
soygrub by the ton, not to mention the skunk bud. Makes me wonder what else
they got goin' on, see?

Rumor -- don't ask where I'm hearin' rumors, but rumor has it that the main
militia spread is on the east side, with bunkers and caches on the west.
Leaves north and south, but south ain't got no gate, and the whole city is
surrounded by mines -- so watch yer hoops comin' in. Ain't nothin' pretty
'bout troll innards, even when they're walkin' around.

Good luck. And hurry. I'm gettin' tired o' hick food.]<<<<<
        --  Jolly Roger (01:47:55 / 01-06-56)

***** Private:Freddy fripp
>>>>>[Hmmm no company car, Oh well It was worth the try. I'll take it.  just
need some details, about payment and specifics on what is expected of me, and
a little rundown on the group. well got to go a little late for that morning
Jog, you should see the blonde, Bing, Boom, BOing, you know what I mean]<<<<<

        --  GoD < 07:30 / 01/06/56 >

*****PRIVATE: Trixie
>>>>>[You're dealing with a group connected directly with Humanis policlub.
 Be careful, they are also connected to Alamos 20k.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

>>>>>[Thanks.  You'll get used to him, he grows on you after a bit.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

*****PRIVATE: Humanis Hater's Club
>>>>>[I went looking at the Anna LTG, and lo and behold what do I find?  A
separate, hidden LTG.  It seems Anna has a secondary system, that is very
well hidden in the Matrix.  I sent several smart frames through, and found
out that a large portion of what we thought to be Matrix independent really
isn't.  I plan on going through at a later time, and check this out more
thoroughly.]<<<<<
          --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix)

>>>>>[Mmmmm, part of a nutritious breakfast!

Seriously though, sounds like "what" is right.  Fraggin' bastards.
When are they gonna realize we ain't gonna go away?

Hey, if anybody needs backing to clear things up: equipment, finance
or just plane bodies, drop me a line.

Waitaminnit.  We were gonna take the maglev up in the next couple
of days so Karen can get back to work, might as well just go up
today so I can stick my head in.

See ya 'round.... looks like four.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:22:12 / 01-06-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: GoD
>>>>>[Well, first thing, we're gonna get you checked out to make sure
you don't have anything communicable..... <grin>

Well, I'm headin' out of town this afternoon.  If you miss me at
the office, Kabuki Man should be able to get you clued in.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (09:30:10 / 01-06-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[Who or what the frag is Alamos' 20,000?  Sounds like a physics experiment
gone bad.

Look I dont know what you are talking about.  If they are some new street
gang up here, than the Boneless will take care of their movin' in on our
turf.  Simple, end of discussion.  If this is something more someone better
fraggin' let me know AfragginSAP.]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <15:30:42 / 01-06-55>

>>>>>[Worse.  Alamos 20K is the direct result of unrestricted
inbredding breeding gone horribly awry.  Directly responsible (and
proud of it) for the Night of Rage in Seattle (which went nuts and
spread), the Shattergraves in Chicago, the odd kidnapping and
ultimate death of metahuman symapthizers, you get the idea.  Very
well funded, very aggressive, hate filled bastards.  And the Hand of
Five is said to be the worst of 'em.

We had some down here for a while, but the Yaks and Tongs just
couldn't stand the bad publicity.  And 20K ruined their protection
rings.  Even with the combined strength of a couple Yakuza clans, a
Tong group or five, every ork and troll gang on the East Side, a
chapter of the Ancients, neo-A's, shadowrunners, a couple of
megacorporate security teams and the CFS and Imperial governments
(actually working together, brings up lots of questions) it took them
seven months to hunt down and execute the leadership.

Lots of bodies.  The terror didn't just extend to metahumans and
symathizers.  They tried the same tactics against the Japanese.  I
think that's what got the Japs to cooperate.

Seattle should have chased out their Humanis and 20Kers by now, but
there just isn't enough unity.  San Fran may be screwed up, but the
various power groups around here depend on each other for balance.
They kick the crap out of each other constantly, but as soon as
somebody tries to move in, everybody turns on the intruders.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (10:05:23 / 01-6-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

>>>>>[I didn't want to hear that.  I really didn't.  Are you sure on this
Freddy?  Is it at all possible that this is just some type of splinter
gang or something that wants to make a name for themselves by using this
one?

Why us?  We dont have a log of metahumans working here.  Sure, we got a
few but like, this is a little excessive.]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <16:42:09 / 01-06-55>
           Head of Software Developement
           Industrial Sound and Magic

***** Private: DragonEyes
>>>>>[You better get Jace up here soon.  We have problems that arent going
to wait]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <16:50:00 / 01-06-55>

***** Private: Trixie
>>>>>[Well copycats are big nowadays.  I mean, how many elf posers
think they're a chapter of the Ancients?  Could be a buncha inbred
yahoos who've decided to make trouble.  'Course, that doesn't mean
you should let you guard down.

Or, maybe they just chose your building on a whim.  It might not be
directed at you.  Just a calling card for the neighbors.

Call in some favors.  Start dumping money into the streets and find
out who knows what.  Hire some runners to keep an eye on the
neighborhood, keep 'em ready for a pro-active strike.  You might get
lucky.

We're grabbing the 1300 maglev.  If your people want, I can drop by
and nose around.  Send somebody to meet us at the station.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (12:02:12 / 01-06-56)
           President
           Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

***** Private: Freddy Fripp
>>>>>[I resent that. But seriously, what's this deal with the 20Kers?
do I get to microwave a couple?]<<<<<
        --  GOD < 13:30 / 01/01/56 >

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[We are in the middle, so to speak, of gang held territory.  Jason
knew what he was doing when he picked this area.  Not only does Lone Star
not come in here because of the "gang" activity, but no one else gets in
without a fight.  That is the main reason we dont conduct site tours here.
The leader of the Boneless gang doesnt really take too kindly to "visitors"
no matter who it is that people are coming to see.  They make a few exceptions
when it comes to us (I think we pay some horrendous fee per square inch of
property that is contained inside Boneless held territory) but not many.  The
main reason we are all so scared right now is that these people didnt really
target just us.  There were "hits" and random spray paintings all over
Boneless turf.

I dont have a lot of sway with the gang members and even less because reportedly
a couple of their shamans got really fragged up during the scuffle and more than
a few civilians were injured as well.  I suspect that they (Skuff's people)
are going to go on a full out rampage as soon as magical support is back
up and running.  The entire problem is that no one really knows who to
go after.

These punks knew what they were doing.  They came in here, started a fight
they didnt really expect to win, and stirred up the sleeping giant.  I mean,
really, they waltz in here, shoot up the streets, killing people left and
right (and they werent all meta...that much I know) and then bug out like
a ghost.

Not only that but we cant even bring anyone else on staff because Skuff is
pissed at everyone and has things so locked down its not funny.  I never
knew what martial law felt like until this crap hit the fan.

Ok, look, this is the deal --  Ill come pick you up at the station.  I have
some vids of you so I should be able to find you.  Ill have a couple of
guards with me (yeah, like, they make me feel better).  Ill deal with the
drek later when we try to smuggle you on site.]<<<<<

        -- Trixie <18:45:08 / 01-06-56>

***** Private: Trixie, GoD, Griffyn
>>>>>[Hey, I've never used one of these in-passage uplinks.  This is
costin' me a fraggin' fortune, but I've always wanted to say this:

Hey, folks, I'm writing from a train!  Kabuki Man beeped me to tell
me I've got mail in so I might as well use this time.

GoD, Griff, I hope you two don't have any outstanding (or even damned
impressive) warrants out for you in UCAS, 'cause I need you two to
grab the next maglev and head to Seattle (the conductor just told me
there's one leaving at 1600, try to make it.  Sneak as many fetishes,
focuses, whatever as you can with, you might need them

Trixie, try to get ahold of the Boneless and tell them I'm more than
willing to second some of my spellchuckers over to them (yer gettin'
your wish GoD).  And tell them I can get anything they want into
Seattle on about thirty-six hour notice.

And where in the hell did you get vids of me?

Oh, yeah, I posted one here last year, sorry.  Hey, I've got some
suit banging on the door in here.  I think he really hasta go.

See ya.]<<<<<
        -- Freddy Frypp (13:45:12 / 01-06-56)
           In Transit
           San Francisco - Seattle Maglev

***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp, GoD
>>>>>[  On my way, Freddy .. Getting into the UCAS shouldn't be too much of
a problem, but I might need a way to get weapon focus up there.  They don't
usually like people taking katanas onboard the maglev.  Meet you at the
station at >>encrypted<<.  Oh, you cover traveling expenses, right?

+++++ Included file: chuckle.snd  ]<<<<<
        -- Griffyn < 15:09:06/1-06-56 >

***** Private:Freddy fripp, Griffyn
>>>>>[I'm on my way Freddy, just in time too, I've preped acouple of spells I
wanna try out, I'm good as far as focuses, what's the deal up there anyway?
Is it time for some Action???  Well It really doesn't matter as long as I get
some play time.
 This is starting to be a good year!!!!
Griff, Meet me at >>location<<, I'll call in a marker on the Maglev so we can
get our focuses across, just make sure everything is wrapped, or well
stashed. I have a little travel pack preped for just such a situation.]<<<<<
        --  GoD < 15:20 / 01/06/56 >

>>>>>[Allright, asshole, you really want to know?

Jackie dropped by the other night so I could watch her take her life.
A bullet ricocheted off a rib and I caught it in the wrist.

There.  Feel better?]<<<<<
        -- Christopher Tarleton <Dark / Angel>

*****Private: Courier,Fenris,Whisper,Tarkis,Doomsday
>>>>>[Nice run, guys. We really must do that again some time.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <16:37:55 / 01-06-56>

*****Private: Tarkis
>>>>>[Maybe you were right about doing runs together. Too bad you
didn't get to kill anyone this time, eh? :) Oh, by the way, thanks for the loan
of the warehouse... I finished what I was doing there. Don't worry
about the burn marks on the walls... I'll send you some cred to pay for
damages. Oh, BTW, remember when we met and were attacked by a few
street punks? I saw the one that got away recently. He was right
outside the warehouse, snooping around, but he ran off as soon as he
saw me. Could you maybe check this guy out? I'd like to know which one
of us he's after, at least.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <16:42:08 / 01-06-56>

>>>>>[ Wow! that was fun!!  Beating up those guys felt good, didn't even
get a scratch on me. As for those guys, I hope they don't mind only
having 2 fingers for the rest of their life...or at least get cyber
fingers.]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

>>>>>[ I might have to agree with Tarkis, it was fun, got some anger out
of me, and Tarkis you didn't have to play mercy with that one guy, and
rip his fingers off when he kicked ya in the balls.]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

>>>>>[I didn't rip them off cause he kicked me there, it was because
these are my favorite pants and he ripped them]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Hmm you mean you caught one of those Punks at the warehouse, this
is not good. They are after me again, if I disappear all of a suddun, I
want you to look at these log files that I will include. But only read
them if I disapear. These files are important..here are the file

*****Download: sec.file.map

ok keep those safe...
Now to prevent me from getting caught I will need to hide, so I will be at
*****Link terminated*****]<<<<<
        -- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Please get help Zarkon we are out numbered *****Link
terminated*****]<<<<<
        -- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

*****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>[ Hi there your next, since you also have those files...come on and
try to get your friend, or he will die!]<<<<<
        -- DarkLord
           Leader of the Verants of destruction

*****Private: Darklord
>>>>>[OK, whoever you are... what do you want? I better see Tarkis and
Whisper alive again, or everyone who accesses ShadowLand gets your file,
you understand me, drekface?]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <17:31:33 / 01-06-56>

*****Private: Fenris,Doomsday,Courier
>>>>>[I'm in deep drek, dudes. Tarkis and Whisper have vanished. I'm going to
need help on this one... and I can't send public mail or this 'DarkLord' person
will probably waste both of them. I haven't been circulating here long enough
to know anyone else, and we've all just worked together recently, so... anyway
I can't pay too too much, but I have a bit of credit stashed away, and Tarkis
has quite a bit, I understand. If any of you are interested, send me mail
soonest and we can dicker about the price. I may not be able to connect for a
little while, since I have to run like hell now before those people outside
manage to get through my security systems. Bye.]<<<<<
        --  Zarkon <17:42:47 / 01-06-56>


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