Imera Teaser

This sounds like it's gonna be an awesome campaign! Also, beng a ridiculous merchant guy, how hard would it be to join a gang and form a splinter cell? 'Cos I was thinking of making a section of the Data Rats that deals specifically with info and simmilar goods. Well, that is if I ever get to join them, of course!

Data Rats might work, although converting some of the Blades might be easier - they're more young and naive. Either way you'll need charisma, streetwise, leadership, and then prove your worth. They're not stupid - doesn't matter how charismatic you are, if you're not good at what you do, they won't obey.

Also, it's sandbox. My planning is mission based, not session based. For example, you might be given 24 hours to steal something from this place. What you do with the time is yours. After that, there's no need to get another job/hit/contract right away, explore the city, see what I've created. Which also means that you can feel free to walk away from, or even kill, the plot hooks, because I have a city of millions for you to explore. Joining a gang is easy.

Now, taking over the entire city, the legal and illegal side. That's somewhat harder.

Well, it wouldn't be fun without a little challenge, now, would it?

Atta boy! That's exactly what I wanted. Just remember, power is rarely what led to successful takeovers. Mixtures of political skill, money, and some light skulduggery is what'll get you there.

My god, I love the word skulduggery. I could just type it all day. Skulduggery skulduggery skulduggery.

Looks like they've sent some more ICE after me. Odd, it wasn't here last time. Are their systems changing to throw me off track? Thankfully, I can attack them back now!


It's all worth it though, to see the next letter of that password gliding towards me. And all I had to do was hit that node with my attack!

Needless to say, this few days work was spent streamlining the movement, adding in an objective (hit all the nodes before you run out of energy), changing the spawn chances a bit more, and then an attack. Just hit shift to fire off a little ball of data, damaging ICE and releasing data. FOr those masters out there, you can bounce the shot off walls, either to show off, hit ICE that can't hit you, or hit that node you just can't reach.

Once again, any requests? Fluff or code, I enjoy both.

I got bored of not writing. Here you go.


Michael wiped the visor of his scope, brushing away the rain that had started to fall. He sighed, pulling a cloth cover from his pocket. Careful, he put the cloth over the scope and ducked his head beneath the cloth. “Good, that should keep the rain off. Last thing I need is a distraction”, he thought to himself. Thankfully, it was a windless day so that made his job easier. He watched, still as a statue for several minutes, flicking his eyes to a watch every so often. It was nearing 20:00, so he didn’t have long to wait.

Almost right in cue, a man stumbled out of the building across the road, a girl in a short skirt and low cut top hanging onto his arms. “Interesting, I wonder if his wife knows?”, Micheal thought, before returning to his professional attitude once more. He swivelled the gun a few degrees, settling the crosshair over the drunken man’s neck. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, the man fell dead. A loud crack rang around the streets, despite the silencer. Micheal cursed; this wasn’t going to make this next part easy. The street was packed with scream as the people fled in all directions away from the body, not one pausing to check him. But by the way his blood was pooling amongst the raindrops in the gutter, it was clear the man was no more.

With a grunt, Michael hefted his gun onto his back, stowing the cloth back in his pocket. There was a stairwell a few yards behind him that would provide some shelter from the rain, which had now increased to a torrent. He ducked inside, flicking open a screen on his wrist bracer. He typed furiously for a few minutes, finally grinning as he got access. He was an old hand, but there was still such a thing as pride in a job well done. Flicking through the camera feeds, his grin quickly disappeared. He was not the only armed man in the building – police were sweeping it as well. He typed a few more sentences into his computer, and as one, all the feeds went black. “There, that should even the odds”, he muttered, beginning to walk down the stairs.

The crackle of radio static was the first warning he had of an approaching policeman, and that possibly saved his life. Michael ducked as the man turned the corner of the stairwell, rising with an uppercut into his armpit. He withdrew the knife, slashing it once more across the throat. The policeman gurgled slightly, then coughed up blood, “You got blood on my gun, I’ll kill you for that”, he muttered, before sniggering slightly at his own dark humour.

Time to leave. Thankfully there was a window behind him, and a plan formed in his mind. His old plan, leaving quietly through the back door, obviously wasn’t viable, so this one would have to do. He opened the window, took some string out of his pocket and tied one end to his knife. He smiled, remembering something his instructor back at the academy had taught him. “Always carry carbon fibre string”. It was now that he realized quite how clever the grizzled old veteran was. He threw the knife at the weak brickwork of the adjacent building, the point digging deeply into the wall. Now, he had to time this next bit well. He perched on the windowsill, aiming his swing carefully.

A bullet zipped by Michaels head, narrowly missing him. Before he had time to thank his luck, another bullet impacted with his back, the thin mesh armour barely slowing it. He was pushed out by the impact, a thin trail of blood after him. By some miracle, he smashed through the other building, at which point his training kicked in. He yanked on the fibre, pulling his knife back to him even as he sprinted downstairs. The building wasn’t empty, which caused complications, but it seemed like the civilians there had seen this before. This wasn’t their fight; this was between him and the police now. He kept running, eventually staggering behind a building, right into the arms of a woman, a thin Russian girl with clearly bionic arms. He smiled at her, kissed her lightly on the cheek, then spoke softly. “I’m back. And boy, do you owe me.” The girl laughed, tossing him a small data chip. “Consider that what I owe you, and so much more. We’re on our way up now, but there’s so much more to do.”
“I know, Zi- I mean angel. But don’t worry, we’re all behind you.”
“Good man, you know you don’t use my name in public. And I’m not sure that’s where I want someone as trustworthy as you,” she said with a laugh, which he echoed. There embraced once more, the girl slapping an ice pack on his back over the bullet wound. He sighed in relief at the retreating agony, before composing himself. “We’d better move, it’s not safe here. They were able to respond within minutes. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear we had a mole, this is getting more and more frequent.” Michael was jittering now, obviously unused to being off-duty. He glanced again at his watch. 20:18. Not a bad job, all things considered. Still not his best time. Releasing the Russian, he grabbed he hand, grinned at her, and they ran into the rain.

It's been a long time. How have you been? Incoming information about the corps. Yeah, I finally got around to writing the governments side of things. I've dumped about half the info here, and it's not the juicy half. That requires effort to get, as in, joining them or spying on them. I'd go for spying, you get lied to less. Let me know if you want anything more doing, and point me in the general direction of what - specific crunch, specific fluff, whatever.

Paragon is easily the most powerful corporation in Licentas, although it is lacking in power in some of the other cities. Specialising originally in bioengineering and genetics, it is a safe bet that any genetically modified person or animal was at least partially created with technology from Paragon. A common belief is that they are working on a method to create the “perfect human”, a belief that Paragon officially denies. They claim their work is focused on uplifting animals, and indeed they have made great strides in increasing the intelligence of most household pets. They also produce the vast majority of wetware on the market, despite every piece being tagged. They are run by Councillor Solaris, one of the few surviving colonists from the settling of Imera, due in no small part to his own technology.

Zentra is a financial corporation, dealing in banking, stocks, and other activities helping keep the currency in circulation. They have two types of office, public and private. The public offices are much like ordinary banks, although since most money is virtual they usually rely on surveillance rather than actual prevention methods. Naturally, they have keen interests in observation technology, and often invest large amount of money into new cameras and scanning techniques. A Zentra private office is heavily guarded, with rumours of military technology being used to guard their most important offices. They are run by a committee, with no formal leader, and as such have no official place on the council of Licentas.

The main data storage company is Data Solutions, which produce data storage mechanisms and also offer online storage for a low cost. They are heavily encrypted, with a pseudo-AI running much of the security. As always with mention of a pseudo-AI, they are some who think it to be real, but they deny it. They are also the single largest producer of cyberdecks, and it is not unknown for a Data Solutions office to have a small surgery attached to fit the cyberdecks to paying customers. Seedier ones, specifically those in the downtown region, have also been known to offer other surgeries, and at lower cost than usual.

Enochion is a military company, through and through. Producing and exporting tonnes of military hardware every year, most of which is a new design, Enochion leads the way in ordinance and handheld methods of destruction. They also have a department dedicated to defence, and in a partnership with Paragon, designed bioplas, which was swiftly adopted as basic civilian attire. They also produce a vast variety of handguns, although each is specifically linked to a database entry ensuring that every shot fired, every bullet loaded, and every fingerprint holding the gun is logged.