>>>>>[Oh wow, this site lets you log in with a cyberdeck! OK folks, sorry I was offline for a bit, had to make sure I wasn't followed or tracked to a bolt hole of Grandpa Murphy's. It's in some kind of mana dead zone apparently, so I can't be tracked that way. Supposedly. I've tried to read up on this, but the number of conflicting information just made my head hurt. Uncle Murphy understood it better, I think.
I was leading team two, hired by Mr. Money who was leading team one (I was tired of the political BS too, and wanted the cred that was offered), but our recon of the area was bad. By a factor of ten. That's our own recon, Mr. Johnson's (The guy who hired Mr. Money) was off by a factor of 27. (Um, 27.542 I estimate, for those that care.). We knew it was an Ant Spirit... Hive? Nest? Whatever is appropriate. Anyhow, we had a bunch of toys Mr. Money said was extensively tested by Bug Hunting Experts he knew personally, including a bunch of drones that we disconnected the wireless on. Some were so old they used the old wireless rigger system. Programmed them with a "Fiber-Squid", some kind of weird fiber optic line I've never seen before.
Well, we didn't have enough. We were pulling out, carrying our dead with us as we went red on ammo. Luckily, our reserves, a couple of Black Knight Drones set up with our Biometrics as friendly, and to shoot the drek out of everything else. Shoot and scoot. It was at that point that we noticed that the ants were too well organized, like they knew our positions. Turns out they had a Technomancer who got gobbled up and turned into some kind of ant thing or something like that, and we had Ant Sprites eating away at our 'links. Mr. Money noticed it when it hit his... Virtual Box, I think he called it? New term for me, I'm looking it up now.
Anyhow, once again, Mr. Iceblade, I have to thank you for that axe. The blade wasn't as good against the Ant's as I'd hoped, but the spike went right through the chitin just fine, and the screaming boosted the morale of the troops when we needed it most! Honestly, you've done me a major solid with it, so I owe you. Call in the chit when you need it.
That said, thirty down the hole, eight up. And, um, most of them didn't look like they were going to make it. Mr. Money is in the hands of DocWagon again so I'm not worried about him. But the rest... Just Luck Of The Irish that I didn't get hurt at all. That, and a big fraggin' axe.
Anyhow, Mr. Money had a back-up plan for even a drek-up like this. The nastiest bug killer in large amounts, and some bangalores that dropped the roof down. You could see the ants try to get out, and be used as target practice by the Metroplex Guard.]<<<<<
-- Murphy (01:28:55/05-01-74)
