@The Dwarf
He searches his pockets, hoping to come up with a pair of gloves or something for his head as he comes to the conclusion that it is only his exposed skin that really feels cold. He notices everyone else pulling out whiz gear, and hopes he's got a nice gun or something hidden in a pocket also, so far it seems as if he's only got a nice coat and nothing else.
The dwarf checks himself for gear. He's wearing well insulated clothes, and finds a pair of gloves, a beanie and a scarf stuffed in one of his pockets, which he promptly puts on. It looks like the beanie had trodes sewn into it, as he feels a mental connection to his commlink as soon as it is firmly in place. He finds the commlink in another pocket shortly after; a Renraku Sensei.
Continuing to pat himself down, he feels the distinct bulge of a holster on his side near his left arm pit. Opening his jacket to inspect it, he discovers a quick-draw holster, with a heavy pistol firmly in it. He immediately recognizes it as a Ruger Super Warhawk.
Finishing his self search, he finds his biomonitor band on his upper arm, a small and stylish respirator (rating 6) and a pocket full of reagents. He counts about 30 of them.
The dwarf inspects the pendant hanging from his neck, recognizing it as an important talisman of his tradition. He remembers he's a Shaman (Drain stat is Charisma), and that this is a Power Focus (Force 2).
@Everyone
After the Troll opens the door...
Seeing that everyone was bundled up and it was time to get a moving, the Troll goes to open the door and finds it jammed shut from the crash. He's not about to let this stop him though.
Body 10 + Strength 8:
18d6t5 8The metal screeches as the Troll almost casually tears it apart and forces the rear doors open. You are all immediately assaulted by a cold blast of freezing air and the howling wind from outside spinning through the inside of the van. You hadn't realized just how much warmer the van was, being largely inclosed with 7 metahuman bodies working to heat it up.
Cold Resistance Tests:
The Troll:
Body 10 + Insulation 2:
12d6t5 6The Elf:
Body 3 + Insulation 4:
7d6t5 4The Human:
Body 5 + Insulation 4:
9d6t5 4The Dwarf:
Body 3 + Insulation 6:
9d6t5 4The Ork:
Body 5 + Insulation 6:
11d6t5 4The Masked Woman:
Body 5 + Insulation 2:
7d6t5 3The Crumpled Man:
Body 3 + Insulation 2:
5d6t5 2The chill is intense and your breath hangs visibly in the air like puffs of steam, but you're all insulated, and are able to deal with the temperature shift.
@The Elf
Looking around for somewhere to sit down nearby that's at least partially sheltered from the wind and snow:
Perception [7]
8d6t5: 4 [8d6t5=6, 6, 3, 5, 2, 4, 5, 1] Would have -1 on this due to visibility, but doesn't affect the result.
The Elf ventures out into the snow, the boots of her coldsuit sinking into the drift past her ankle as she strikes a Magnesium Torch she found in the duffel bag. Now having illumination, she looks out into the darkness for a warm place to situate herself, and trudges through the snow towards the nearby tree line. She puts her back against the trunk of the tree in the opposite direction the wind is blowing, and uses the Survival Kit in her duffel to try and make herself a warm place to huddle.
Willpower 6 - Defaulting 1 + Coldsuit Wireless 1 + Survival Kit 2:
8d6t5 4Using the thermal blanket in the kit to shield herself, she manages to get pretty cozy before dropping into VR. Her icon is surrounded by static, the inherent noise from being so far from anywhere worth being drowning out much of the matrix topography. She reaches out and finds the grid she has access to and connects to it, replacing the virtual world with a blank black sky filled with icons meant to approximate stars, while the ground beneath her feet rises and falls, like she were a giant standing among the Colorado mountains. The elf spots her target, the small car icon of the Rover 2072, and manifests her matrix protocols to crack into its system.
Slipping into VR and hacking the van:
Hack on the Fly [5]
16d6t5: 7 [16d6t5=3, 6, 5, 5, 2, 2, 3, 1, 1, 6, 2, 2, 5, 4, 5, 6] 1 net hit.
16d6t5: 7 [16d6t5=6, 3, 6, 2, 5, 6, 1, 5, 3, 4, 6, 3, 4, 1, 3, 5] 2 net hits; get 1 piece of info from it as if you used Matrix Perception.
15d6t5: 5 [15d6t5=2, 4, 6, 1, 5, 6, 2, 1, 4, 1, 2, 2, 6, 5, 1] 3 net hits; 1 more piece of info
She reaches out and sends streams of data into the icon, discreetly placing a mark on it and granting her basic access. But she's unsatisfied with that and digs deeper, placing a second mark, then a third. In the process she looks for protected files and data bombs, but finds neither.
@The Crumpled Man
I am going to assume enough time has gone by that The Crumpled Man has been able to patch himself up. so now his actions would be
1. Take a closer lok around the van and see if he recognizes anything. With all the guns around he is going to want his.
2. Pull up a quick diagnostic of all of his cyberware
3. See if he has any idea how to survive this horrible cold.
By now the Crumpled Man has finished patching his wounds as best he can and gets to his feet. He takes stock of himself, the van and the gear that's lying around.
Intuition 4 + Perception 3 + Wireless Vision 1 - Wound 2:
6d6t5 3He sees two remaining duffel bags of gear and guesses one may be his, as well as a large medkit (Rating 6) that he suspects he's best equipped to use. Checking his own pockets and gear, he notes a few things.
He's wearing an Ares Survivalist suit, colored in browns and greys, vaguely aware that it's part of the urban survival line. The custom protection is Insulation 2, Chemical Protection 2, Nonconductivity 1. The wireless bonus applies to cities. It has a medkit, a biomonitor and a respirator (rating 6) built into it.
He finds a spare clip in one of his pockets of 10 Flechette rounds for a shotgun. He also finds a tag eraser, a data tap, a flashlight and a gold credstick in his other pockets. He notes he has a subvocal mic on his throat.
He finds three Datajacks on his body: One on his left wrist, one on the side of his head, and one at the base of his neck.
He then fires up the cyberdeck in his arm and runs a diagnostics check.
>> SONY CIY-720
>>> Attack 4 Sleaze 5 Data Processing 6 Firewall 7(8)
>>>Active Programs: Encryption, Armor, Biofeedback Filter, Shell
>>>Running diagnostics on Cyberlimb . . .
>> Jonny G's Secondhand Cyberware
>> Get a secondhand second hand at Jonny G's!
>> Strength 6, Agility 6
>> Cyberdeck slot (In use: SONY CIY-720)
>> integrated shotgun: Operational [4/4 rounds remaining]
>> external clip: Operational [ERROR: please insert clip]
>>>Running diagnostics on additional implants. . .
>> Sony Cybersystems TL310 Cybereyes (Rating 1): Nominal
>>> Smartlink: Operational
>>> Vision Enhancement (Rating 1): Operational
>> All Systems Nominal
You manage to find the external slot for the shotgun that's apparently built into your arm near your elbow. You then turn your attention towards surviving this cold
Willpower 5 + Survival 2 - Wound 2:
5d6t5 3You realize you know a thing or two about surviving, and are confident you'll manage.
@The Dwarf
Thinking that he knows he can't help much with the crate itself anyways, he makes sure his weight wont upset the balance of the van before stepping outside and looking up the hill back towards where the road apparently is. He tries to think if there's anything he could do to get up to that Rover in time.
You step out into the snow and sink up to your knees, practically climbing rather than walking as you try to get up hill. You think about what you're capable of, and ponder the abilities you have.
You realize you have the Conjuration Skill Group at 6 and Magic 6, and that spirits offer you a number of solutions for faster movement.
@The Masked Woman
The Masked Woman
22. Assensing the Dwarf: 5 hits.
23. Assensing the surroundings outside of the vehicle: 2 hits. Just basic recon.
24. Per the IC post, connecting comms with the group and looking for a personal profile on her own commlink. SINs, licenses, social accounts, recipes, cat trids. I'm thinking that I don't need a Computer test for this but please inform me if otherwise.
25. Trying to remember any other spells that might be relevant to moving people or crates, or detect people or danger, or anything that the current situation might trigger.
26. Actual snow-running: 3 hits.
Woo, clawing my way up to 20th percentile rolling.
The Masked Woman turns her astral perception towards the dwarf as he trudges out into the snow, seeing the vibrancy in his aura and recognizing it as Awakened immediately. She sees he has Essence 6, Magic 6, and is completely unaugmented. He has a Force 2 Power Focus bound to him, which he wears around his neck. He's in fairly strong health, and his emotional state is fearful, and worried. She notices he has an astral signature on him from a health spell that has been fading for a few hours, and sees it is his own. She also sees an astral signature from a high force manipulation spell, also having had several hours to start fading away. This astral signature she recognizes as her own.
She then turns her astral vision to her surroundings, the dim illumination of the gaiasphere allowing her to see much further than the others in this complete darkness. They're in a heavily mountainous area, with a large hill ahead of them leading up towards a plateau that she gathers is where the road is, before another cliff rises on the other side and the mountain continues upward far above them. A light snow is falling, and the wind is blowing the small astral shadows through her vision, limiting her somewhat on how far she can see. There are a large number of trees in their immediate area, which adds to the illumination on the astral, but makes it difficult to see anything between the auras. She does spot the aura of a few smaller trees laying in the path the van had taken down the hill, their auras slowly dimming from having been uprooted. Turning around, she sees the blackness of empty sky. She has to look down slightly to see the earth again, and sees just how precipitously the van is balanced on the edge of a slight cliff. The fall looks to be at least two or three meters, and the hill blow it slopes dramatically down even further. It's difficult for her to tell where the van would stop if it ended up falling, but it would slide a long way.
She thinks about her spellcasting abilities while absently sending mental commands to her comm to find out information about herself. She remembers she knows the Detect Enemies, Extended spell, as well as the Combat Sense preparation.
The Masked Woman finds two SINs.
>> Ivana Kutchukokoph
>> Aztechnology Corporate Limited SIN
>> Age: 18
>> Sex: Female
>> Metatype: Elf
>> Race: Japanese
>>> Registered Awakened (Claims you are an awakened turnip.)
>>> Concealed Carry License (Specifies 'sharp things' as what you are licensed to carry.)
>>> Anonymity License (Apparently a license to not have to broadcast a SIN. Weird.)
>>> A License to Kill (This is totally fake.)
There are no further records attached to the SIN, no supporting data or history, not even any biometrics. You're pretty damn positive this SIN is fake, and not a very good fake. You check the other one.
>> Ileana Anghelescu
>> Saeder-Krupp Limited SIN
>> Age: 23
>> Sex: Female
>> Metatype: Human
>> Race: Caucasian
>>> Registered Awakened (You are listed as a Spellcaster and Enchanter)
>>> Talismonger License (An international license permitting you to operate as a Talismonger)
>>> Weapon Focus License (Specifies your claymore)
>>> Enchanting Focus License (Specifies your mask)
You scroll through all the supporting data and history attached to the SIN, as well as seeing a full array of biometrics. If this is a fake SIN, it's a very good one. You find your own home address, which is in Aspen.
Your contact list only has a single name: Daria. The profile image you have for her is a Wiccan pentagram. Her address is listed in Denver.
There are a number of photos on your commlink, of the landscape in the mountains. Pictures of forests, of natural formations, of various plants and mountain ares. You have an awful lot of pictures of the mountains. The time codes suggest these were taken a few weeks ago, although GPS tagging appears to be disabled on your comm. You only find one picture of an actual person, which you recognize instantly as a photo of The Human. It looks like a picture from an ID badge, as its simply a picture of his face staring passively straight ahead with a plain blue background behind him. You notice this image came from a text attachment.
>>Retrieving Message Log. . .
>> FROM: Daria
>> TO: Ileana
>> SENT: January 3rd, 10:13AM
>> I've attached a picture of the man you'll be looking for. All I know is he's somewhere in Aspen, but you are a resourceful one. I'm sure you'll find him, and find a way to make him cooperate. Take care, sister.
>>> Attachment: AI_J.pngYou check your bank account: you have 915 nuyen to your name.
You begin trudging your way through the snow, up hill towards the road. The snow halves your movement rate, but your 3 hits on running add 6 meters to your total distance per combat turn. You have 150 meters to go, and have Agility 6, so you are traveling at 12 meters per combat turn, 18 while sprinting.
You manage to trudge all the way to the top of the hill in less than a minute. You manage to find where the van went off the road, going straight forward into a corner and plowing through the snowbank and the railing before tumbling down the hill.