Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
>//. THEY HIRED YOU
Nothing more than a simply recovery op. Tag and bag. A capsule to be poached from another corp. Heavy security- but you're the best, are you not? That's why they pay you the big bucks. Prove your rep ain't hot air.
>//. YOU FUCKED UP
Capsule was breached on extraction. You had all wondered what's inside. Precious data? Martial arts artifacts? But none of you expected the truth. The truth of the matter was stranger than you'd all expected.
>//. SAW SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE
Girl. Small. Short. Sunken cheeks. Malnourished bones. Pale complexion. Nearly dead. Miracle she was still alive. Who was she? Why was she in the box?
>//. THEY TRIED TO KILL YOU
Didn't expect anything at first. Suit greeted you. Sent you to a waiting room. Smelled weird. Smelled wrong. Then the security busted in. Guns blazing. Gas pouring through the vents, 'borgs pouring through the doors. Overwhelmed. Soon to be dead.
>//. BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED
Girl screamed. Loud and strong. And then she killed. Pulled supermoves out of her ass, like the masters on the old mountains. Every step a dead body. Said something to you. Couldn't hear it. Drowned in the sound of her coughing up her own blood.
>//. AND YOU SURVIVED
Ran for it then. Hauled ass. Out the door, past the defenses. Ran like the hounds of hell were after you. Corporate hell. But you made it to a not-safe-house. Good enough for a few days.
>//. SO NOW YOU STILL LIVE
Few days was all you would have. Your face plastered on every screen. Every mail. Bounty on your heads. Twelve different corps gunning for you. Dead men walking. Only one resource available to you now.
>//. MAKE SURE IT STICKS
One chance. One hope. One answer.
The sky wept for the city. Its morose tears came down in thick, heavy sheets full of hot dripping acidic feelings. But the city simply closes its windows and locks its doors. It empties its streets except for the homeless of the riffraff, of which there is no shortage. Dulled by the thick blanket of raindrops upon concrete, the city grows quiescent. And it waits. For even the liveliest city cannot ignore the world's whims.
Nowhere is that more apparent than Pudong District, which sat by the Huangpu River as it opened up to the East China Sea. Once it had been the shining jewel of Shanghai, where the whole world poured its wealth in through its harbors. Corporations built their grand castles within its Finance and Trade Zone and where they set their beating hearts down, money flowed forth. But the rising sea and the growing poor led the rich to flee Pudong for the new mega-arcology upon Hengshua. All they left behind where the poor, the unfortunate, and the violent.
Like a band of Jiexia squatting in a warehouse near the former shipping center of China.
The warehouse is poorly furnished. It would hard believe so given the veritable armory of ammunition and weapons and armor, all packed into large steel crates littering the floor, but luxury-wise there is nothing. There are the bare necessities of food, almost inedible, cots, moth-worn and thread-bare, as well as a small supply of water-purifying tablets and other assorted survival gear of that nature. The only form of entertainment comes in the form of a beat up looking television, so old it has a plasma screen display. For the past three days, the news game has been focused entirely on the largest bounty in history.
The faces on the screen match the jiexia inhabiting the warehouse. It's their bounty. It's your bounty.
All 13 of the major corps in Shanghai have put their own individual bounties on your head. Though Disney-Comcast's is the largest, it is not by much. Amazon's own bounty is only half a billion RMB less and comes with offers of a lifetime subscription to AWS. Sixteen of the largest Jiexia Sects have declared their intent to pursue. There's even rumors that VW-Ford are importing foreign mercenaries to join in the chase, an essentially unheard of thing since the Pudong Excession.
Everyone worth anything in the world wants you captured or dead. You managed to escape your initial doom through basically a miracle. Now you have to stake escaping this new doom on that very same miracle.
Your mystery girl just woke up.
Nothing more than a simply recovery op. Tag and bag. A capsule to be poached from another corp. Heavy security- but you're the best, are you not? That's why they pay you the big bucks. Prove your rep ain't hot air.
>//. YOU FUCKED UP
Capsule was breached on extraction. You had all wondered what's inside. Precious data? Martial arts artifacts? But none of you expected the truth. The truth of the matter was stranger than you'd all expected.
>//. SAW SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE
Girl. Small. Short. Sunken cheeks. Malnourished bones. Pale complexion. Nearly dead. Miracle she was still alive. Who was she? Why was she in the box?
>//. THEY TRIED TO KILL YOU
Didn't expect anything at first. Suit greeted you. Sent you to a waiting room. Smelled weird. Smelled wrong. Then the security busted in. Guns blazing. Gas pouring through the vents, 'borgs pouring through the doors. Overwhelmed. Soon to be dead.
>//. BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED
Girl screamed. Loud and strong. And then she killed. Pulled supermoves out of her ass, like the masters on the old mountains. Every step a dead body. Said something to you. Couldn't hear it. Drowned in the sound of her coughing up her own blood.
>//. AND YOU SURVIVED
Ran for it then. Hauled ass. Out the door, past the defenses. Ran like the hounds of hell were after you. Corporate hell. But you made it to a not-safe-house. Good enough for a few days.
>//. SO NOW YOU STILL LIVE
Few days was all you would have. Your face plastered on every screen. Every mail. Bounty on your heads. Twelve different corps gunning for you. Dead men walking. Only one resource available to you now.
>//. MAKE SURE IT STICKS
One chance. One hope. One answer.
The sky wept for the city. Its morose tears came down in thick, heavy sheets full of hot dripping acidic feelings. But the city simply closes its windows and locks its doors. It empties its streets except for the homeless of the riffraff, of which there is no shortage. Dulled by the thick blanket of raindrops upon concrete, the city grows quiescent. And it waits. For even the liveliest city cannot ignore the world's whims.
Nowhere is that more apparent than Pudong District, which sat by the Huangpu River as it opened up to the East China Sea. Once it had been the shining jewel of Shanghai, where the whole world poured its wealth in through its harbors. Corporations built their grand castles within its Finance and Trade Zone and where they set their beating hearts down, money flowed forth. But the rising sea and the growing poor led the rich to flee Pudong for the new mega-arcology upon Hengshua. All they left behind where the poor, the unfortunate, and the violent.
Like a band of Jiexia squatting in a warehouse near the former shipping center of China.
The warehouse is poorly furnished. It would hard believe so given the veritable armory of ammunition and weapons and armor, all packed into large steel crates littering the floor, but luxury-wise there is nothing. There are the bare necessities of food, almost inedible, cots, moth-worn and thread-bare, as well as a small supply of water-purifying tablets and other assorted survival gear of that nature. The only form of entertainment comes in the form of a beat up looking television, so old it has a plasma screen display. For the past three days, the news game has been focused entirely on the largest bounty in history.
The faces on the screen match the jiexia inhabiting the warehouse. It's their bounty. It's your bounty.
All 13 of the major corps in Shanghai have put their own individual bounties on your head. Though Disney-Comcast's is the largest, it is not by much. Amazon's own bounty is only half a billion RMB less and comes with offers of a lifetime subscription to AWS. Sixteen of the largest Jiexia Sects have declared their intent to pursue. There's even rumors that VW-Ford are importing foreign mercenaries to join in the chase, an essentially unheard of thing since the Pudong Excession.
Everyone worth anything in the world wants you captured or dead. You managed to escape your initial doom through basically a miracle. Now you have to stake escaping this new doom on that very same miracle.
Your mystery girl just woke up.
