Metro

[CeruleanBlue]

In the turbulant, storm ravaged sea of Japan, sits a tiny man made island. It shines with the light of enumerable neon lights, a sparking jewle in humanity's vain crown. Fore, on this island the greatest technological discoveris are not only made, but also produced packaged and used. Money makes the world go round, and the people who belive this are those who created Metro. A city where there are almost no laws govening the use of technology. Here it is leagal to do almost anything. Want to build a gaint laser? Go ahead. A flying motorcycle? Why not! However, one must be willing to pay the price for such freedoms. Those same men who built Merto also run it. Their coporations lie in the heart of the city everything new that is invented must go to them and through them it is shipped back out to all the other countries of the world.

[CeruleanBlue]

Some good choices?
Coporation heads, lab techs, scientists, inventors, hackers, bounty hunters... you should get the picture.


Oh and one more thing, if you curse in my thread or take the Lord's name in vain I will kick you butt. ^//^ Okay now that thats out of the way we can begin!

[Isa]

Sazed settled his deck comfortably into he crook of his arm before fitting the data cup over his eye connecting it to the micro implants scattered through his skull. Within moments he had bypassed the company firewalls and was casually rifling through there research notes. Calling up an encrypted file on his deck he checked he had the right information encrypted the stolen files according to his clients request and released it into the Internet. In a few hours he would send them a data burst from another terminal telling the client where to collect there new product information. pausing mentally as he sorted through his memory he withdrew a specialized program and inserted into to the network space left from the stolen files. removing the Data cup from his eye he glanced around the small alley way and then carefully refit his computer deck into the pocket of his trench coat. the screen of the hi jacked terminal flashed behind him with a simple message:
"This instance of corporate espionage has been conducted by blaidd ddrwg. We hope you appreciate our work enough to consider us for your next virtual security update. Deleting this file is discouraged for your own safety."

Sazed knew that they probably wouldn't think of him as anything more then another threat to be guarded against, but he didn't want to waste the free advertising. some of the smaller corporations had hired him after receiving similar messages. never the same alias twice but the minute someone ran a search on the name he would know, and he would send them a small message with contact directions to a phantom IP address.


OOC: Cerulean Abitar is set for RPing again if you want to take a look at the changes.

[CeruleanBlue]

22 opened her eyes and sighed. Surely it didn't take that long to smugle information. It had never taken her that long. Yes, 22 was Sazed's inpaticent client. Of corse he wouldn't know that. Little more than a ghost, a whisper, a dark angel, roaming the night, protecting the cities forgoten and herself from those who held the reigns.
Usually 22 would have taken care of such things herself, but the information she needed came from bio-tech, a place she steared clear of lest they catch her ... again. "Really, I would have had this done by now. " 22 said annoyed.
"Then why didn't you?" Hawk asked her ammused by her irritation. He flexed his metal wings and then took a seat on the side of the roof by 22. "What did you want it for anyway?" he asked still somewhat worried about what 22 would be doing with the plans for an electric shock cannon. "It's not that I want it, Its that I don't want anybody else to."

[Isa]

Sazed stretched his arms back and glanced around the small cafe- only him and the staff. Setting down his mug he popped his data cup back on and sent the email. it was simplistic in nature:
Deposit payment in a new account using the previous ID information. Data coordinates will arrive after payment is received.
-OreSeur
Removing the data cup and tucking it away in it's case he closed the small deck on his forearm and went back to his tea. The Job had taken to long, Bio-tech had apparently reverted to the tried and true methods of human patrol on top of state of the art security. He hadn't bargained on being stopped by armed guards. an hour and a half of questioning later they had brought back his data cup and arm deck.another hour of questioning later and they had released him convinced that they had gotten the better end of the deal learning about FASA corps new portable brain scanners and a job offer for him. If it weren't for the fact that he'd customized the data cup to work without any large scale surgery helped, his real advantage was that the micro implants were to small for even there CAT scans to pick up over the interference of normal brain activity. he'd considered getting his surgeon to expand the nano-latice down through his arms at a later date, he could go without a deck after that. The stupid tail they had put on him bothered him to. He doubted they had realized he'd altered there files already. finishing his tea he set the cup on the bar counter and overpaid. stepping out he pulled of the polymer mask and tossed it in a trash can. even if they connected him to the data theft they wouldn't have a reliable face to provide a hitter with.

[CeruleanBlue]

22's eyes opened again, this time she seemed a little pleased. "He wants me to send payment." 22 told Hawk. Hawk looked down over the edge of the building. "That's him isn't it, please tell me you're not going to/" 22 cut him off. " But it would be so much fun, I mean look he's right there. " Hawk shook his head "No, 22 you're not going to drop down infront of him and give him the money." 22 pouted. "No" Hawk said resolutely. "You would scare him for life." 22 rolled her eyes and huffed "Fine, we'll do it your way." 22 closed her eyes again. "Payment sent"
22 and Hawk, like Sazed were cyborgs. Unlike Sazed, however, what had been done to them was one of the few things in Metro that was illegal. They had been turned aginst their will. Hawk taken from his daily life, cut , wired and peiced back together. His strenghth was incresed ten fold. He was given stainless steel claws and wings that he could retract and maintain an appearence of normalcy. He could also interface with computers but not in the way 22 could.
22 was unique of all the cyborgs on the planet. She had been described as the perfect and ultimate comtination of humanity and tecnology. Her body was seemlessly intigrated with her cyborg componets to a point that made it hard to tell were the natrual ended and the manmade began. She could more than interface with information, she could completly imerse herself in it, and more than that she could controle it. Impresive as that was 22 was also a weapon of mass destruction. Described as a power house, 22 could produce enough electrical energy to power Metro, or completly destroy it, depending on how it was focused.

[Nevermore]

(Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6gxG...eature=related
I also think this could be like Metro's theme song)

A dark moon shone down on Metro that night, though it was rarely seen through the thick clouds that covered the sky, threatening the electronic city with rain and possibly storms. The city sparkled with its electronic and neon glow, lighting up the night and making the city visible for miles, it was easy to see that those lights in Metro never turned off and the city itself was unique from all the rest. It was a city completely run by technology and the entire place was wired together as one seamless machine turning the whole place into a potentially virtual world of wonder and mystery mixed in with those bright lights. It was seldom seen, a citizen of Metro without some advanced piece of technology in their hands as they walked down the streets. It was also not too uncommon for the citizens to have some sort of technological enhancements of their own.

Through all of the lights and the electronic hum of the city several buildings soared into the air great distances, some so high that they almost escaped the glow and noise of the city, it was in these places that he stayed the most. Among the blinking towers and twisting metal displays of a rather tall skyscraper stood a lone figure black against the night and the glaring lights of the city, a shadow in the world. The breeze pulled lightly at his black trench coat and stirred his mid-length black hair. He held in his right hand a faded and wrinkled photograph, old tear stains were evident all over it. Pictured standing next to a fading tree in a large field was a beautiful women no older than 21 with long black hair wearing a fine dress. The wind tugged at the photo but his fingers held too tightly and he would never let go.

Leaning against his right shoulder, cradled loosely in his arm rested a long rifle that was nearly as tall as he was. After a few more seconds he folded up the photo and placed it in an inside pocket of his trench coat before setting the sniper rifle down on the roof. It had several wires running its length plugged into varies places near the trigger and barrel while what looked to be some sort of energy cell was mounted to the side, just below the large scope. The man laid down behind the gun and put his eye to the scope as he focused on the shorter building before him. When he looked through the scope he did not see the building, but instead the people inside of it and all heat signatures around. The building appeared blue and green to him while the people stood out clear as day.

The target can be found in his office on the very top floor of his building, his office is the third window from the right on the south side of the building. He always works late nights and that would be the best time to take him.

Was the information he had received. Top floor, south side, third window from the right. The heat signature inside the room registered as a match to the target. When he pulled the trigger there was hardly any sound, despite the powerful appearance of the gun. The sound it made was more similar to that of a laser, however it had indeed fired a metal projectile. The thick steel rod, several inches long had been propelled faster than the eye could see, leaving a blue streak in the sky as it passed and a gaping hole in both the building, and the target. The slug fired from his gun was most likely buried very deep beneath the street on the north side of the building.

A communicator appeared instantly in his hand and his voice quickly followed, "Target neutralized, sending captured feed as proof, deposit payment in standing account," came the cool, calm voice of Daven Strife, hired "handyman" and head hunter.

(Note: his location is currently undisclosed or known, he could be anywhere in the city, the man killed has nothing to do with anything, just a way to introduce Daven.)

[Isa]

Sazed nodded to himself as his deck beeped. for the second time that night he bothered to open it.taping a few keystrokes onto it it ran an automated program, transferring the money back to it's original account, into the primary bio-tech accounts and then filtering it into his real account through the account numbers of bio-tech employees, if the authorities bothered to look into it all they would see was a scam for unknown reasons and possible embezzlement by several hundred bio-tech employees. his digital thumbprint would be so fractured and diluted they would have to dedicate years to piecing together, 20 years as a corporate espionage and digital security analyst and they had never built a successful case against him, files were constantly getting corrupted, lost, or removed from existence, the worm had cost him a small fortune but thanks to it his identity had been completely erased and all he needed to do was run a single program from his data cup set off another chain reaction to aim it at a new target. Back tracking through the multitude of maintenance tunnels and subway lines that crisscrossed metro he reached the only place that he was safe, The 40 by 40 foot space was the only payment he received from FASA corp for his retainer, they needed an intrusion analytic any time of the day and he was at the top of the list. As long as he never touched there systems the contract was valid, in fact the only way either of them could get out of the contract was if he stole anything from them. In the mean time he had a 1600 square foot space to run his projects and business in. pulling the entrance closet door of it's hinges he carefully removed the small epidural needle and gun from it's hiding space and placed the information for the new account in it's place. unrolling the paper wrapped around the needle and vial he scanned it.
Clubs,
Here's the new upgrade you've been asking about. it meets all your requirements. the implants are pre-programmed to move to the lattice points and anchor, no more hours under a knives friend. I'll collect the delivery system and payment next week.
Spook
Nodding his head he carried the vial cross his workshop to another machine and set it in the read slot. a few moments latter he had confirmed the programing on the nano-implants and had verified that it met his requirements, EMP resistant, no intrusive bonding. All he needed was to set the trigger sequence for them and inject and he'd be a bit closer to getting rid of useless machinery in his work. removing settling vial and syringe into the subdural he rolled up the base of his shirt and bit down on it as he gave himself the injection. Breathing through his nose he sat down on his floor back in the corner and then screamed as the initial feedback from the update hit him. standing up shakily he wandered over to the sink and dunked his head in the cold water left from another project. turning around he noticed writing on the back of the first note.
PS had a surplus of supplies this month so it's a double doe, make the injection neutral so you get the update feed back only once. Consider the bonus a thanks for the help a while back.
"Wait he what?" dropping to the floor as he felt the first tingle Sazed bit back a second scream at the sudden fire that flared through his head and arms as the nano-implants anchored themselves to his nerves and connected into the network inside his body to wait for him to trigger them. pulling out the data cup he set it on his work bench and then smiled,
"Good bye buddy, your going out with Spook when he collects everything maybe he can find a new user for you."
Spook had been his upgrade supplier for the last 5 years after Sazed last had taken a dive off the side of metro and cracked his skull on the wall of the city's fake island.Spook also brought him the occasional odd job or would ask him to track down a potential clients background because he was 'unsure he was cool'. the Newest nano-implants added his arms and hands into the network of his body and all he had to do was establish a preset command to activate it, after that his brain would register a ghost image of a deck and calculate where hi fingers were aimed. He could have gone straight to mind input but those ones weren't EM proof yet.The current ones were attached to his nerves but until he activated them they were harmless, and when activated a simple emergency command thought would shut the entire network down the only processing unit was his brain, they just let him amplify its potential several fold. And that was after the regulation DNA manipulation FASA had given him to boost clarity and alacrity of thought.he could do in a minute on his own what would have taken half the cray super computers C.E.R.N used three years back in the late nineties.

[CeruleanBlue]

Hawk and 22 separted, going their own ways. It was easier too keep away from hunters when the targets where running opposite directions.

22 dropped down several stories, exhilerated by the rushing air that surrounded her and the lights that became little more than vertical blurs in her free fall. With some reluctance she finally reached out and grabbed the rail of a fire escape latter. Her descent slowed only slightly as she swung around so that she had her hands on either side of the rail. She generated a small reverse magnetic field in her palms allowing her to glide down the metal bars with no resistance. 22 watched below her, to jump to early could be bad, jump to late, that could be worse. Ten more rungs and then she vaulted to a large balcony on the bulding on the other side of the ally. Landing heavily she pulled herself up and straightened her clothes and hair. Satisfied with her appearance she went to the door and put her hand on the digital key pad. A small curent passed between her hand and the lock. The computer recognizeing her digital signature opened straight away.

22 was in an apartment buiding, not her own ofcorse, this one was a little on the rizty side for her. Nobody was home, or perhaps they were all asleep. 22 cared little opening the door to the stair well she slid down the rail to the first floor and walked out. It would start soon, the chaseing, at least it usually did. There were those rare nights when nothing happened and she could meet back up with Hawk and they could go have fun. 22 continued walking and thinking to herself or perhaps the other hers. As a result of her condition 22's consiousness had somewhat separated its self in to four rather distict personaities. They all knew of each other and only 22 controled the body, except under rare circumstances, so it wasn't exactally M.P.D. "Ack!" 22 gasped and jumped back as a metal rod flew right infront of her and burried is self in the concrete. 22 looked around quickly to see if anyone else had seen that. No one else seemed to pay any attention. 22 shruged it off, stranger things had happened.

[Nevermore]

Daven walked slowly down the crowded street. At first it had surprised him, that at this late of an hour the streets were still crowded, but now he was used to it with Metro being the way it was and everything. However, despite the crowded nature of the streets, Daven walked on a broad path, the people on either side of him giving him plenty of room. He didn't care though because it was always like this every time he went anywhere, especially at night. He thought it might be because he never smiled, or because he wore a trench coat that gave him a sinister appearance, his dark hair and unfriendly features, or maybe it was because he never took off his sunglasses, even at night. He wondered why people thought that trait was so strange, afterall no one ever turned off any of the lights in Metro so even at night the streets were lit with a blinding number of lights that he found quite annoying.

Beneath his dark sunglasses a tiny sparkle was rapidly blinking in the very bottom corner of his right eye, it was visible without his sunglasses, but only if someone were to be looking right at him, and looking hard. Daven was not too fond of implants or enhancements but there were a few that even he found essential. First and foremost was the implant enhancements in his eye, at any given moment Daven could read the electronic signatures of every electronic device any one person might be carrying at any time. As he walked down the street he managed to identify several cyborgs, most of which only had simple items like eyes or replacement limbs, and multiple people with signature readings over 40. These were the type of people that made him shake his head, did they really need all of those devices? Not only could he read electronic signatures, but he could also tell what each and every device was.

More subtle than the enhancements in his eye, but even more useful, were those floating throughout his entire body. Within himself Daven had an entire army of nanomachines at work all the times. He had a set of muscle enhancers that greatly increased his strength and performance, as well as a medical set that was constantly working to keep his body running effieciently. Should he ever get wounded, or sprain an ankle or pull a muscle his nanomachines would release muscle relaxers and pain killers, even healing agents that increased his rate of healing along with the nanomachines responsible for increased cell regeneration. The nanomachines were even capable of producing a magnetic field around any part of his body should he get shot, so that the bullet would be removed while the others repaired his body. With these nanomachines, Daven considered himself the perfect weapon to fit anyone's needs. He even had nanomachines that rearranged the surfaces of his fingers and hands so that he never left the same fingerprint twice and nanomachines that neutralized any blood he lost so that no one would ever be able to recover a usable sample of his blood. The nanomachines themselves were ghosts, undetectable by any scanner or sensor, except the most advanced. And should he ever get shot, not only would his lost blood be neutralized, but so would the nanomachines as well.

Daven did not consider these enhancements because of their ghost like nature, sure he was aware of them, but he could not feel them. He felt like only himself, but a little bit better. The nanomachines were a part of him and they worked so flawlessly that calling them an enhancement would be the same as calling his arm or his leg an enhancement. It wasn't like he had his arm replaced or he could sprout a gun from his chest, his body was still wholly him, all he had done was put a little more inside it.

With his job done for the night Daven was unsure of what to do with his free time. It made him sad that his only job that night had been so easy and that he didn't have another one to go on. But ever since he had become freelance it had been that way. He didn't miss his old lifestyle at all, and he would never go back to it, but he guessed old habits died hard. So used to the way things had been was he that he actually felt like he missed them. The thought hit him like a solid blow, though outwardly nothing was amiss. How could he possibly miss a life at the merciless hands of men like them? He had finally left for a reason, right? How could he possibly feel like this life was worse than that one? Sure things were a little slow and jobs were way to easy, but at least he was his own boss now. He banished all his thoughts with a quick shake of his head, the only outward result of his conflict, and pushed further into the crowd.