Futuristic ATMOS

[Khanmon]

(Please send me any suggestions you have!)


RULES:

• Standard RPN rules; no bullying, being a general dingus, etc.
  
• Don't kill other players (unless you get permission)
  
• No godmode, your character is in a revolution for crying out loud
  
• If you're done with the RP, kill your character or relinquish them to another person
  
• You can reasonably control another person's character (i.e. have them ask questions or go to places in the immediate area, maybe perform some reasonable action; things simply for story purposes, nothing extensive)
  
• No over-the-top use of Biotics! (I'll trust you guys with that one)
  
• No deus-ex-machina moments (none of that "suddenly, as all hope was lost, this random thing that had no business being here came out of nowhere and saved us all!")
  
• Be reasonable with your storytelling (no massive plot twists and turns)
  
• Swearing/blood/reasonable gore is perfectly fine
  

This RP is my first one, and is somewhat experimental, since I want to get the hang of things! I'm open to any and all suggestions, and if this gets any traction, I might be willing to do story arcs or "scenarios." Anyway, let's all work together and make a kickass story! RP will begin after we get enough peeps.

 

[Khanmon]

SECURITY LOG (18 AUG 199, 21:17)


Officers 438a and 438b encountered a worker (ID: Morris, ALLAN) in


The Spires' palladium mines (Sector W-47A). Worker was performing


duties without his required Macrocutter, and Officer 438a urged the


worker to find his tool. Worker then verbally lashed out at the


officer; Officer 438b then fired a cautionary round by worker's


feet. Worker then "became hysterical" (q. Officer 438b), and


allegedly swung a fist at the officers. Officer 438a then drew


his own firearm, and dispatched the worker. Both officers moved


the body to the Infirmary (no. 11, Sector W-45A), and filed an


incident report at 21:12, followed by a security log.


Recommendation:


Consult Security Chief on allaying worker concern, also redacting

portions of the incident report to deliver to the press. Dire


consequences would follow if employees learned the true nature of


the incident.

[END LOG]



​

Lucius Wildner

​

Lūsh awoke with a start. There was a commotion all across the sector - shouting, screaming, distant thudding of metal. The door to Lūsh's room struggled to slide open, getting stuck on some rusted gear like it always did, but he managed to squeeze through, out onto the walkway that curved around the massive block of workers' living quarters. Through the metal gratings below him, he could see a maze of walkways spiraling down, floor after floor, to the lowest rooms, even still hanging several miles above the ground. Beyond that, well, it was a long drop to the city below - the living quarters were at the heart of The Spires, which were suspended in the air amongst a spoke-like network of skywalks leading to various factories. From high above, like the view of the small army of VTOLS that patrolled the structure, courtesy of Denkova, Incorporated, one could hear the clanking of metal and the daily hustle and bustle.


But today things were different. There was something palpable in the air, and it wasn't the iron oxide.


It was change.


Lūsh followed the few workers who weren't at whatever location they were running to. The yelling grew louder as they weaved through the various walkways and ascended flights of rusty stairs, the thuds became more violent, and soon Lucius found himself outside of a swarm of workers in one of the assembly halls. At the far end of the crowd was a stage of sorts, and one of the Denkova security advisors stood atop it. "That's enough!" He yelled, arms raised in the air, as if he could calm the tide of angry workers through willpower alone. "It has come to my attention that our efforts to relay this information to you have been... somewhat..."


"Cut the shit! We know you killed that worker!"


The roaring began again. The security advisor looked noticeably uncomfortable before, but now his agitation became a bit more pronounced. "Do not speak! You're way out of line!" he bellowed, "Your fellow worker acted out in a dangerous manner, and Denkova Security merely responded in a way that was deemed appropriate at the time!" The security officers around him tightened their grips on their guns, still aimed down in alert carry.


"Bullshit!"


"Go to hell!"


There was no easy way out this time. Transgression after transgression had finally chipped away at the core of worker morale; it was no longer a matter of unfairness, it was a matter of oppression. The security officers that weren't on the stage were on the floor, standing right at the shore of an angry wave of factory workers. The advisor nodded to them, then left with his personal guard. The officers on the floor raised their weapons at the crowd - not in aggression, but in defense. Denkova security comms lit up - officers and advisors were buzzing in: "Alert the Board of Directors," "Bring VTOLS into formation," "Mobilize security teams." The mere act of raising the guns against the mob was enough, though. Change was coming a lot sooner than expected.


The first shot had already been fired... now the first fists were about to be thrown.


@migraine @Archie


@Snallac @Xyshurondor

 

[Snallac]

Datum

​

Datum observed the ongoing riot, through Denkova's own cameras, using a terminal in an overseer's office. It had been relatively easy to sneak in after they received news of the ongoing riot - they had been in the area anyway, fully aware that a rebellion would spark soon, and had been observing newsfeeds and making contacts - being well-informed at the very start of things would be of great help. Security was minimal in this spire, it just being yet another barracks/factory owned by Denkova - and all the security officers were over at the riot, anyway. It had been ludicrously easy to get in, given their ability to remove himself from cameras, and hacking into the terminal had required more effort, but it was hardly challenging.


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The riot had been in progress now for maybe half and hour, and it was proving very difficult to put down - not surprising, given the massive build-up of resentment towards Denkova among their laborers - this was the final straw. Ultimately, the riot would be inconsequential - Denkova's pseudo-military forces, though not quite as well equipped as Legion's and Osaka's own forces, were well-trained and numerous, and much better than the disorganized rebel-workers they faced in this engagement. Even though they would have a few casualties, they would eventually beat the workers back down, probably within the hour, and the minor slump in productivity would go nearly completely unnoticed in the vast amount of goods produced by Denkova's thousands of other factory-spires. This was the spark that would set the entire corporation ablaze, however.


Even if this riot would barely inconvenience Denkova in of itself, it was the largest conflict between Denkova and their laborers that had taken place in recent memory, and it might as well have been an act of war - this was the firm establishment of a rebellion, caused by the constant mistreatment of Denkova's employees, and now other riots would soon follow, this time backed by Osaka - one didn't need to be an information broker like Datum to realize Osaka was interested in this rebellion.


Datum knew all of this, and watched for any sign of Osaka involvement in this first incident - none so far that they could see, but they did not doubt that soon enough the rebels would somehow obtain new weapons and equipment, giving Denkova much more trouble, and fuelling the rebellion. And no doubt Osaka would be behind some of them - and maybe Datum themself would provide some of these inevitable new arms to the rebels. After all, Datum had given their contact information to several people on each side of the conflict, coordinating with their fellow Legion agents. No doubt some contracts would soon make their way to Datum and their compatriots. All there was to do until then was to watch and wait.

 

[Xyshurondor]

Verd Rojan

​

Verd squinted into the red sunlight as the gangway lowered in front of him. Broad nostrils flared as the smell of rust, concrete and swirling dust rushed in. The terminal loomed up ahead, its control spire rising to an obscene height against the sky. The landing pad was chaotically alive with large and small mechs going about their daily tasks, and people in various uniforms going about theirs. Everything seemed thick with the same layer of dust and fatigue. This was not the sterile atmosphere of the Arks, with everything just so.


Thank God, if any can hear me. It was with a sense of satisfaction that he ducked out of the doorway and headed down the stairs, hauling his faded blue duffel on one shoulder. His armor and the two weapon holsters on his back were the same nondescript off-blue, conspicuously lacking an insignia.


A hovering mech zipped up out of a charging station and whirred over to pause in front of him, then corrected upward to his eye level, attitude jets whining. Its white paint was chipped and scratched, and the Osaka logo was barely distinguishable. Verd stopped and stood patiently as the blue beam of its scanner flicked over him, head to toe.


Not much had been spent on the vocal modulator, either; it was tinny and flat, without any attempt at simulating a gender.


"Scan complete. Welcome to Bortis City Spaceport, Mr. Rojan. Your weapons have been cleared with the Port Authority. Please present your identification for update."


Verd extracted the strip of sturdy metal-reinforced plastic from a pocket and held it out for the bot to scan. Something beneath the strip's surface lit up blue for an instant, then went off.


"Your identification has been updated. A communications apparatus and meal chit will be presented at your orientation. Please follow me to your transport. I will sample your voice for identification purposes as we go. Please speak now."


"I'm Verd Rojan," he said, heavy boots crunching on the gravel as he followed the little bot toward the sliding doors. He liked bots. They tended not to stare. A big man causes comment; a Nomad's pale, translucent skin perhaps more so. Humans stopped to look at him as they moved toward the terminal. The mechs didn't give him a second look. You can depend on mechs like that.


The hovering mech whirred. "Voice confirmed." The ceiling of the main concourse loomed far overhead, not only as decoration but in order to enable more mech traffic. The smell here was of plastics and newer, cleaner metals. Clear glass doors on the other side of the space showed rows of transports of various shapes and sizes. The bot led him that way, speeding up slightly as they went. People tended to get out of his way. If they didn't, he just went around. It wasn't worth starting a fight he wasn't getting paid to finish.


@Khanmon @Snallac @migraine @Archie

 

[Khanmon]

AX-414 "Silas"

​

"Any further directives?" AX-414 stood quietly in the Denkova office. The CEO, Damien Aubourg, sat by the massive bay windows that overlooked Bortis City. The man rubbed his mildly scruffy chin, pulling on the end of his short beard, "Hmm... yes. There is one other thing, Silas." AX-414 cocked his head at the mention of his alternate name. "There is word of a newly-arrived potential contact down in the streets. Her name is Visna Ajan, she's a wiry girl, apparently did pest control on one of those Arkships. We're in need of a new infiltrator, especially after what just happened at The Spires. Advisors are telling me that the fighting has only grown down there..." AX-414 made a mental note to transfer primary recognition processes to the name Silas. He remained silent, waiting for Damien to continue - the man was prone to trailing off in this very way, always expecting someone else to clarify the orders or speak for themselves, when he would suddenly jump in again to finish his thought. Perhaps it was one of his many ways of intimidating people.


"Anyway, I want you to make contact with this girl, and offer the position of Infiltrator to her, on behalf of Damien Aubourg, CEO of Denkova, Incorporated."


Silas nodded, "Affirmative. Further directives?" Damien turned to him, his sharp features accented by the setting of the distant sun, "No, Silas. That is all." The machine turned, and left the office. While Damien had been giving him his orders, Silas had been running some preliminary scans - this Visna girl was likely in the Western Quadrant, as it was a labor district, and a common destination for cargo vessels from the Arkships. Once he reached ground level, Silas would be searching alleyways, shipyards, cargo sites, and housing areas.


@Doctor Jax

 

[Doctor Jax]

V I S N A

​

She was a rat in the wall, a fly in a vent. Every sinuous move had her crawling deeper and deeper between the planks of the tenement wall, her overly large eyes searching for that last rat. She'd taken care of many of them, fishing out bodies and bodies from the walls in the apartment complex, but there was a single, stubborn, old, smart rat left who wouldn't take bait, wouldn't eat poison, wouldn't fall for the good old snap-trap. And, so, Visna was crawling around, doing what she did best, to find the blasted thing.


The woman suddenly pounced, almost seeming to ripple between the support beams of the wall. She struck like a snake, snagging a single, abhorrent rodent by the neck. It twitched and shook and scrabbled, but it was too late -- it was caught. Visna stuck it in a sack at her side to sell somewhere on the northside. Rat was a delicacy to some of these poor wretches, and Visna's stomach roiled at the thought of eating an animal. Even on the Arks, the poor were clean enough to eat only vat-grown meat.


After getting paid by the landlord for her services, Visna went into the local freshmarket near the spaceport. The Western Quadrant, for all its crime and unsavory characters, boasted some of the best food due to the high influx of goods that 'fell off the truck'. You wanted to find something specific, you went to the Frisch Squares. With triple-UV protection sunglasses on, she made her way through the vendors to find herself a good snack before returning to another apartment reporting a horrible smell from inside their apartment building, possibly some animal dead in the walls.


"Twenty credits," the vendor said as she picked up three meat sticks. She sneered.


"Wouldn't be worth five credits if they were flaked with gold. I'll give you three credits."


"You tryin' to filch me, slug? Fifteen credits, if you can afford that," the vendor challenged, and Visna gritted her teeth.


"Five credits, take it or leave it," Visna spat.


"Fine, fine. Ten. Ten credits."


"Seven."


"Deal."


With her hardwon prize in hand, Visna sat on a nearby planter wall and watched the hustle and bustle within the market. Her eyes caught sight of a tall robot, and her eyes narrowed as she dug her teeth into a stick of tough meat.


@Khanmon

 

[Khanmon]

AX-414 "Silas"

​

Target located.


Subject: Ajan, Visna.


Status: Alive


Recruitment Status: In Progress...


"You are Visna." Silas stated dryly, his rough, mechanical voice dicing the air as he spoke. Visna stared at the construct, continuing her snack, and showing not even the faintest inkling of interest in the situation. "My name is Silas, service number AX-414, under the employ of Denkova, Incorporated. Perhaps you've heard of the company?" The girl did not respond, as he anticipated. "Of course you have, no need to answer." he uttered sarcastically, a rare occurrence for a Guardian. "I speak on behalf of Damien Aubourg, Chairman of the Board and CEO of Denkova. We would like to offer you the position of an infiltrator for our company. This entails several covert operations, of which you will be briefed upon only after accepting. I have been told that the pay is very good, the bonuses are rather generous, and we have a lovely retirement plan for when you become old and gray... or translucent. Of course, you'll have to take my word for it, since I'm among the only Denkova employees who don't receive a paycheck."


"What will you pay me right now?"


Another response that Silas anticipated. Many of the folks in this part of town are reminiscent of Guardians - both require a lubricant to motivate physical action. For Guardians it's Texinol applied to the joints, and for these people it's credits. "We are prepared to offer you a quarter million credits just for saying 'yes.'" He looked down at the meat sticks in Visna's hand.


"... that would be the equivalent of 37,500 of your meat sticks."

 

[Snallac]

Datum

​

Datum waited in one of the lower levels of the spire, the spire in which the first riot had occurred - the spire that had sparked the whole rebellion against Denkova. They stood, tapping at their company-issue tablet, in front of two levitating, grav-panel propelled, rectangular crates - one filled with Legion-issue weapons, and one filled with Legion-issue body armor. The rebels had finally contacted Datum, reaching out to purchase more weapons, their endeavors undoubtedly backed by Osaka's credits. Although Legion's gear was better than Denkova's, Osaka's was still even better - Osaka was the weapon's manufacturer, after all. Still, they probably didn't want to tip their hand to Denkova just yet, and once things were in full swing Osaka might not even be able to fulfill all the demand for their weaponry - so the rebels would get plenty of their weapons from Legion throughout the entire thing. Later on, they'd probably buy less guns and more surveillance and hacking equipment - Legion was the intelligence-gathering company, after all. This purchase would help build trust between Legion and the rebels, and open the way for more trades in the future, though.


They'd reached out to Datum relatively quickly after being beaten down after the riot - since they were true rebels now, of course they'd need new weapons, fast, through any of their contacts they could reach. They didn't want to meet Datum in one of their offices, and neither did they wish to reveal their headquarters, so Datum proposed this out-of-the-way, temporarily out of order factory floor. The compromise was only sensible, as neither side trusted the other yet.. well, Datum trusted the rebels he was meeting with, but that's only because he had already dug up there information by hacking the Denkova system and making some informed-guesses as to who they were, and then researching any other remotely possible contact as well.. you could do a lot of things with the eight hours gained by not having to sleep. Anyhow, the rebels were perfectly justified in not trusting Datum. So they would meet here. Datum had showed up an hour early, and was now waiting for the rebels. There were a few possibilities as to who might show up.


There were already a few well-connected laborers organizing the rebels and taking charge - Anton Abrams, Richard Schnabel, John Armenta.. but Datum personally expected Lucius Wildner to show up. He was well-connected and well-thought of among the laborers, hated Denkova with a passion, and was a capable hacker - perfect leader material. And he lived, or used to live, in a barracks only a few floors up, near the site of the first riot. Datum would soon see if their suspicions were validated, though. Nothing to do but watch and wait.


@Khanmon

 

[Khanmon]

Lucius Wildner

​

The riot had lasted all morning, and many people on both sides were killed in the first few hours. Factory workers had gotten ahold of guns from the bodies of fallen security guards, and the upper floors of The Spires had still, even a day later, been rife with fighting. Lūsh himself had managed to clamber out of that assembly hall near the beginning, and had gotten injured workers to safety. While he was away, he also broke into a secure terminal, picking up chatter on the security channel - information which he quickly alerted the workers to. This was all it took for Lūsh to become elevated amongst the ranks of rebels, and in the hours following, he had been promoted to something akin to a spymaster. It was only then that he was introduced to the other members of the rebellion leadership.


They had met in one of the many cells suspended in the living quarters block. There were four of them - Anton Abrams and John Armenta were the "first" rebels, they had claimed to have been planning an insurrection for some time. They had contacts, all they were waiting for was a spark. Richard Schnabel was a strategist, formerly a veteran military advisor for Schild, GmbH. There were rumors that he had been involved in the Drone War, conducting various operations against Denkova, until he was captured by the same company - sentenced to hard labor in The Spires, where he's been ever since. Lastly, of course, there was Lucius, who felt like a sheep among wolves.


"Alright guys, I guess we're it. Rebellions need leaders, and we have to organize thousands of angry workers as best as we can. Denkova has abused their power long enough - we can't let this fall flat. We have to push back!" Anton began, clenching his fist passionately in the air as he spoke. John continued, much more subdued, "That's right, and we have the means to push back. We've recently made contact with a third-party agent - it's a Guardian named Datum. He- or it... or they... are willing to supply weapons to our cause. Ms. Turner of Osaka has been absent as of late, and I'm concerned that her superiors might've pulled her from The Spires. This means that we cannot count on the Osaka Corporation just yet. This Datum character is our most promising lead."


Lucius nodded - it made sense. Osaka going public with their support of the rebellion could have serious implications, and the media would tear them to shreds over it. The credits had never been flowing from the company, but Cybil Turner had offered credits from her "pension" - likely just a little, white lie. The support was there, just in the smallest way possible. Datum was a much better lead. "Where can we meet it? Or... them?" Lūsh inquired.


"The construct has promised to meet us in the West Spire - Sector W-47A. It's been closed for some time, now." Richard answered calmly.


"W-47A? That's... that's where Miller was killed by Denkova Security. That's what started the rebellion. How cryptic..."


@migraine


@Snallac

 

[Snallac]

Datum

​

Datum turned their head as the rebels entered the room, a few minutes after the meeting was scheduled to start. Their minor lateness was of no consequence - Datum would have been perfectly content to wait there for a full twenty-four hours, as they could easily attend to other matters while waiting by making use of their tablet. The attendants to the trade were.. intriguing, however. Instead of just Lucius Wildner and some of his buddies, like Datum had expected, there were twelve people in all, Richard Schnabel, Lucius Wildner, and some other lackeys, two of whom were carrying Denkova rifles, probably taken off of downed security officers. Both Richard's attendance and Lucius' made perfect sense.. Richard was ex-military, and would be able to gauge the quality of the gear Datum was offering, and Lucius was a decent hacker, able to disable cameras along the way here, and make sure there weren't any bugs on the gear.. the intriguing part was that they'd come together. The rebellion was organizing much more swiftly than Datum had predicted.. this could change quite a few of their predictions.. best to focus on the trade for now, though.


"Welcome, gentlemen. Before we commence this interaction, I would like to establish a few things to start. First, these weapons were developed and produced exclusively by Legion Inc., and there are no markers to identify who manufactured them - they are completely untraceable should they fall into the hands of Denkova loyalists, or should you try to trace them for whatever reason. Secondly, these items are very high quality, and sufficient to any task you might reasonably put them to in your fight against Denkova. They are more accurate than Denkova-issue armaments, the ammunition has better penetration and should prove suitable against Denkova-issue body armor, and everything here is well-assembled and requires little maintenance - perfect for any use you gentlemen might put them to. These armaments are not up to the Osaka standard, but they are as good as you'll get outside of Osaka-manufactured gear. Thirdly, Legion Inc. is prepared to sell these armaments to you at a significant discount, a price guaranteed to be better than the price tag on any similar amount of weaponry you'll find elsewhere, even at Osaka, and you can purchase these items in one of three ways: One, if you wish to spend cash only in the acquisition of these weapons, Legion Inc. is prepared to offer them to you at a price of 40,000 Credits.. easily half of their full-market value. Secondly, if you do not have the funds for such a purchase, Legion Inc. is prepared to offer these arms to you for 20,000 Credits, and the names and contact information of at least three of your contacts at Osaka. Please do not interrupt, we know you have contacts with Osaka. Thirdly, If you don't have the credits for that option, either, Legion Inc. is prepared to offer you this equipment free of charge, as long as you either give us the locations of three of your current bases and inform us as to your current plans, or accept a Legion agent other than myself into your ranks, who would then be allowed to report to Legion Inc. monthly. There will be no negotiation or haggling permitted, and should you decide to seize the equipment by force, I assure you things would go poorly for you. You have twenty-two hours commencing now to select an option or cancel the deal. You are free to ask me any questions you have while selecting an option."


(Sorry if these prices are too ridiculous, I have no clue what's realistic price-wise.)


@Khanmon

 

[Doctor Jax]

V I S N A

​

The Nomad was skeptical, eyebrows furrowed over two large eyes. She bit off another part of her meat stick, chewing over the proposal as well as her meal. So many credits for something so simple... She'd never heard of something so preposterous. People did not just suddenly come by such good fortune. She stared at the robot with slitted eyes.


"Is that so? And when you no longer need me?" she asked. That was how these things went. Visna knew that the minute she learned something she didn't need to know, she would be a loose end. She was not willing to become something that needed 'mopping up'.


"I want assurance that my services will not suddenly end in my... termination," Visna stated.


@Khanmon

 

[Khanmon]

Lucius Wildner

​

The rebels stood a moment, slowly digesting Datum's conditions. "That's a... real mouthful," Lūsh joked, although with a kernel of honesty behind it, "What do you guys think?" Anton shook his head, "Hell no. We're not pushing back against one company just to fall into the greedy pockets of another!" His fists were passionately raised in the air again. Richard and John sighed, and the former spoke, "Look, like it or not, we're going to need firepower to take on Denkova. Ever hear the old expression: 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend?' It's a gamble we'll have to take." John folded his arms, nodding and speaking, "Right, but we don't have that kind of money. We don't have nearly as many Osaka agents as you suspect, Datum, or as many bases. This rebellion has only been around for a day, after all. My vote is no, as well - our conditions are too sensitive at this point for me to bend to a deal like this."


"Either way we slice it we're at a 50/50 vote, at best." Lūsh commented. He turned to Datum, who stood as stoically as before. Suddenly, a voice boomed on the rebels' communicators: "Damn it! Denkova just struck back! There's gunfire in Sector N-101C, heavy casualties! We've got mechs and drones, and the guards have us cornered!" Lūsh looked to the rebel leaders, "There goes the negotiations."


Anton clenched his fist, slamming it against a steel girder beside him, "Shit! Fine, Datum, we agree to your terms. We need those weapons right now, but we don't have time to figure out the details! Give us the weapons right now and you can spy on us when we head up to help the others, if you want to."


"You are selecting the third option, then?" Datum inquired.


"Yeah, yeah. Are we good? We have to move now!"


Meanwhile...

AX-414 "Silas"

​

Visna was in, Silas knew it. It was merely the manner of wording his next few sentences as carefully as possible. "Alright Ms. Ajan, I shall put it to you this way. Denkova is in the midst of a major uprising, a Level One threat. It is not in our best interest to double-cross potential recruits. Frankly, according to my own algorithms, the very fact that we have reached out to you while under lockdown status is a testament to our trust of you. At any rate, if you accept, I will transfer the quarter million credits to your account... ah, I see you do not have one."


Silas stared straight forward for a second, then returned to looking at Visna. "Account created, you may now bank on Atmos - accounts in Arkships are no good down here. Credit transfer is currently pending - what is your decision? We will need to depart to The Spires immediately if you accept."

 

[Snallac]

Datum

​

"Alright, gentlemen. I will follow you for now, and you are now the owners of these armaments, given the condition that another Legion agent swaps places with me at a later date. I would advise you arm yourselves. I am familiar with the location the current conflict is in, and I can escort you there, and wipe our images out of any cameras and evade guard patrols as we do so."


Datum waited for the rebels to arm themselves, then led the way to Sector N-101C, making sure to avoid security patrols and wipe their images out of cameras along the way, and carting the crates along with him. They'd get there in time to help turn the tables, especially with Datum's help.. for now, it was in Legion's benefit to assist the rebels in this conflict, as it wouldn't do to have them wiped out too early.. it'd be a wasted investment.


All in all, this was the optimal outcome. Datum had expected Osaka to have granted the rebels more funding, but Datum had been nudging them towards the option of accepting a Legion agent into their ranks anyway - it would help the real Legion infiltrators to get info on the rebels with less risk, as they'd focus their attention on Datum, and the agent they'd swap with soon. Datum was also somewhat surprised at Anton's vehement reaction to the deal - what did they expect? Osaka was manipulating them too, in plenty of ways - Anton was acting somewhat naively, more so than Datum had expected. No matter, though. The rebels would soon grow accustomed to such dealings - they had to, if they wanted to get very far. And Legion Inc. was far more humane to those they employed than Denkova was.. really, what was the issue here? Better to focus on the task at hand though..

 

[Doctor Jax]

V I S N A

​

She was surprised to find that the metal man was so glib about such a large sum of money. She cracked her fingers, sticking her two remaining snacks into a bag at her side. Her eyes remain trained on the robot suspiciously, carefully picking apart the details of such a venture. So they were desperate, giving her leverage. And she didn't technically have to give them the information they sought, not if she was smart and made sure she kept a little something for herself. Yes, that would be good. She could do that.


And make a pretty penny while she was at it. Visna smiled as she hopped off the wall, legs bending ever so slightly in a manner that was vaguely unsettling. She rolled her shoulders and said, "I will take up your offer. I will need several things in order to obtain the information you seek. You will have to tell me what it is I'm looking for and give me a layout of whatever place it is you wish me to infiltrate. I'm not willing to play whack-the-rat in the ducts blind."


She put her hands in her pockets as she waited for the robot to lead the way. Around them, the market bustled loudly, enough to cover their words. Visna knew better than to whisper or look like she was participating in a deal here. That was asking to be looked into.


@Khanmon