Duchess, you're standing over the fallen figure, arm limp at your side, one-handing a giant fucking shotgun, when you hear in your ear -
"Hey our comms are shielded against this right?"
It's the last thing you hear before your ear practically explodes, hissing static and the gibbering, howling madness of random frequency electrons shorting out in your ear. You wince instinctively, just for a second, and then the fallen guy is just
gone. You whip around -
He's diving behind a pillar, yellow jumpsuit trailing blood - your blood, you realise, through the slight endorphin haze - what little light there is is flickering, dying as screens burst, staticing, winking out of existance - until it's just you and an auto-shotgun and no arm and a darkened reception room.
What do you do?
-How is the tank vulnerable to me?
Don't forget to take a +1 when acting on this information
The neon glow pulses, fades; sparks fly, flitter, fade. The entire neighbourhood you can see is just shutting down as Goro's illegal EZ-EMP goes to work. This sort of shit is going to attract
attention.
Trospeh, you can see the tank unfurling itself into combat form just as the EMP wave hits it. It staggers - obviously shielded, as any CorpSec job would be, but... well, it is Herring quality. It looks sleek and shiny and beautiful in normal form, but getting hit by a wave mid-conversion, as well as its corporate brochure design, means that it's structural garbage here... here... there... If you can damage three particular areas on this tank, it will definitely cease to function.
Where are the three areas?
You see the
Angel zoom backwards; the turret stutters, haphazardly, but swings around, upwards, tracking it as it moves.
Troseph, what do you do?
I step forward as I say this, hastily:
"Quiet! I just shot a guard outside, and if you had a way to check the reception you would see that the guard there is also quiet. I really don't mind making you my third victim tonight. Now I'm making the questions:
One. Who the fuck are you?
Two. Where are the servers located in this building?"
I grab another PlumBeta with my left hand, pointing it at the phone.
"And you better not touch that."
He sees that hard-edge look your eye and throws his hands up, gulps. "I just work here! I'm just - there's a courier, he's supposed to -"
The lights flicker and short out; the man's phone glows ephemerally in the sudden darkness, then it too fades like fire. The man is still babbling. "I gotta give him - I gotta - thumb drive? - Servers are, uh, you're standing in it - you're standing
on it, I-"
NanICo, if you look down, you'll see you're standing on a glass floor, pulsing streams of neon and green below you, circuitry and chipware crammed and hacked into a room that clearly wasn't designed for it. You look around the room, lit only by the ambient glow of the data farm beneath your feet; the desk is an interface, designed for a dedicated employee or a skilled hacker.
The man has fallen on his knees now, almost sobbing with fear. "Please! I have a husband, and a kid- I just... I'm just supposed to - oh gods, Greg, did you kill- and Janice-"
He's dropped his phone - and a small thumbstick drive. But you can hear running footsteps in the distance - in the event of an attack, you know most CorpSec plans are to secure the most valuable object in the building. You've got an inkling you're probably standing right on top of it. You've probably got time to make one good move.
NanICo, what do you do?
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Goro, you feel your stomach churn as Jinny flings the
Angel almost completely vertical, lights winking out beneath you as you watch the tank stutter, but nonetheless pivot its turret to track you.
Shit, says Jinny in your ear, her body swaying. You strapped in, right, Goro?
Right?
Goro, what barely stops you falling out of the Angel? and
What do you do?
Only Duchess's communications go down, by the way.