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Requisition Strike Force Meeting Room
40th Floor, Militech Offices
Night City, North America


The week was painfully slow for the repo men. The last job they had was going after a bunch of Raffans who were running Militech knock-offs through the border. It wasn’t even their jurisdiction but Moore took up the job because the team had no assignments for a few days prior. Moore and her team got to their hideout, expecting a fire fight at least but it was as silent as a graveyard. The rundown shack in the middle of nowhere revealed five nomads. Four were dead from overdosing on glitter. The last was barely alive and choking. Moore knew she couldn’t even book the bastard so she finished up tagging the contraband, loading them into their truck and then she rang NCPD to tell them about this particular Raffan hideout. That was yesterday. A lot could change in a day.

Two hours after Moore got off from work, one of their transport convoys in Watson got hit. From what Moore initially heard, it was bad. Murmurs from different department heads about the “great fuck up”. Apparently somebody in Internal Transportation was getting axed. Four other people were under internal investigation. While eating her breakfast, Moore tried to make sense of the flood of chatter going through the corp’s net. Apparently one of their convoys was hit last night. Somewhere in Watson. That was everything she was able to confirm. She called her sergeants and her analyst to their meeting room that morning. She wanted to know more about the incident.

Moore found herself waiting for everyone else at their meeting room. It was three minutes after 10 in the morning. Moore herself was sipping on a fresh brew of coffee while looking out at corporate plaza. It seemed like another bright and sunny day for Night city. Her eyes were fixed on the building opposite theirs. Arasaka Tower, or at least what used to be Arasaka Tower. Gleaming in the sunlight as it usually did. A monolith of glass, steel and concrete. For a while Moore wondered what her life would be like if she or her parents had joined Arasaka rather than Militech. Would there truly be a difference? Moore knew of a couple of new recruits who used to be Saka’. Maybe that's where she’d be now. Down 30 flights of stairs at the corporate barracks, starting out fresh working for the competition.

Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the door behind her open. “Morning chief.” A voice greeted her. Before she even turned around to see who it was, she already knew his identity. Oliver Price, one of their division’s analysts. “Price.” Moore greeted back in her usual stern and rigid tone. What her subordinates called her ‘officer voice’. Price was followed by three other people. They wore combat fatigues which contrasted with the long sleeve shirt and slack that Price was wearing and the sleek, black dress that Moore had on. The first of the three to enter was a huge figure. One would easily mistake her for a member of the Animals gang if it weren't for the Militech uniform she was wearing. She was sergeant Alex Winters. The 6’8 leader of Alpha squad. She used to be her squad’s heavy weapon’s operator until their previous sergeant got flatlined in a shootout with the Tyger Claws. Moore knew she could take the initiative if left without a proper chain of command so she immediately promoted her. Winters gave Moore a casual and informal salute. Moore returned it. Next to follow her was a woman similar to Moore’s height and build. She had a grin on her face when she saw Moore. She didn't even bother with a salute. ‘Tenant’. She greeted Moore. Moore would match her grin with a smug smirk of her own. This was Bailey Kabinsky, the leader of Charlie squad. She was actually one of the 6th Street recruits that came in after Arasaka left Night City. At first Moore did not take a liking to her and she didn't hide it. However as time went on, she grew to like the spunky and quick witted street kid. The last to enter stood in attention and gave Moore a proper salute. Crisp and formal, as if he was in the NUSA army. Moore had no choice but to return the salute in a similar manner. This was sergeant Richard Chase, the leader of Bravo squad. He was infamously known behind his back as ‘sergeant killjoy’. However there was no denying that he was an effective operative and officer, even if he was inflexible and always adamant to follow everything by the books.

They all made their way to a table at the center of the room. Moore’s eyes glowed bright blue for a split second. Then the blinds at the windows activated and dropped down. Leaving the room devoid of natural light. Price placed four shards on the table and each one of the sergeants and Moore took one. Then they all slotted the shards in their necks. It only took a split second before their optical implants displayed the information for them.

“So no use in wasting time. Let's get to it. Yesterday at 20:37, one of our convoys in Watson was ambushed.” Price explained while the shards displayed the information for them visually. “They were passing through the junction between 32nd Offshore and 12th Goldsmith street when a truck crashed into the lead element of the convoy.” Their visual displays would present a truck ramming to the lead armored car of the convoy and exploding.

“Kaukaz Bratsk U42020.” Chase noted. Moore looked up the truck on her agent and found that it was the exact same. “Never knew you were into heavy machinery Rich.” Kabinsky would go on to say but it didn't elicit any response for her fellow officer. Price would continue with the presentation. The shard would then display three behemoth transport trucks. Chase didn’t have to name this vehicle. All of them were well aware of the behemoth. The standard cargo transport of Militech that’s been in service since 2070. The first truck crashed into the burning wreck, the second one pumped their brakes hard and just about almost hit the first and the third swerved into the sidewalk. After which a huge figure with some sort of hydraulic ram walked up to the first truck. It ripped apart the armored side like it was made of paper. Several containers poured out.

Kabinsky whistled. “Now that’s a jackpot. We could only dream of a score like that back when I was still on the streets.”

“Who’d be stupid enough to klep from us of all people?” Winters asked.

It would be the streetwise Kabinsky who would answer her question. “There’s only one gang in Watson that’s crazy enough to steal from us. Those psycho Maelstromers.”

Price zoomed in on one of the ambushers. Classic maelstrom implants on his face. His red visors were more than enough to clear up who they were. Recently it’s been the Tyger Claws that were giving Militech trouble. Over the past few years, it seemed like they went to war with just about everyone. A good number of Moore’s assignments had been locating and repossessing former Arasaka gear from Tyger Claw hideouts. It seems like Maelstrom wanted in on the action too. The rest of the presentation showed several Militech soldiers trying to dodge for cover and assemble into formations. However they were surprised, dazed and scattered. The gangoons picked them off easily enough. “A response team came in 20 minutes after. Not many of our guys made it out alive.”

There was a bitter ambience that lingered in the air. This didn’t seem like just another assignment now, it seemed like this was personal. A direct challenge not just to the company but to each of them individually. For a few seconds there was some silence in the room as they all digested what they just saw. It was Chase that broke the silence.

“Do we have the manifest for the convoy?” He asked. ‘A good question.’ Moore thought to herself. They needed to know what exactly was stolen. It could make tracking the people who stole from them that much easier to find. However, Price had some bad news for them.

“That’s the thing. Either the manifest got lost or somebody upstairs doesn’t want them released. I’ve been asking for it, people from Securities have been asking for it and I just walked past Cassey from Insurance who asked for it. Either Internal Investigation is keeping it for themselves or there’s something in those crates that cost a lot of eddies.”

Moore took out the shard in her neck. Her direct eyesight came back and he immediately pointed her gaze at Price. Giving him a look of intrigue and curiosity. Moore was no stranger to corporate politics and she knew there was something here that wasn’t quite right. Secrets within the company always piqued her curiosity. An itch that she desperately needed to scratch. The sergeants started to remove their shards too. Moore was quick to give them orders.

“Drill your teams in urban warfare training. Heavy emphasis on room to room clearing. When we go after Maelstrom, it’s probably going to be in a Northside neighborhood. No different than our Little China assignments. Expect us to be deployed soon. Dismissed.” All three of her sergeants gave proper salutes, even the occasionally insubordinate Kabinsky. They then exited the room in an orderly fashion.

Price stayed in the room. He sensed that Moore had something on her mind. As an analyst, he had more leeway to speak his mind. “What now?” He asked Moore who was deep in thought, staring at the shard she just took out of her neck.

Moore took a few moments to give an answer. “You keep finding out more about this. I’ll do the same. I’ll visit Wu at 88 and try to squeeze more information out of this.” Moore informed him. Jacquelin “Jackie” Wu was the head of Militech’s private net maintenance. That meant she had access to copies of data that may have been deleted. If there’s a copy of the manifest out there, it would be at Wu’s office.
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Sorry my sheet is a bit late... and a little rushed. Was busy the past few days.


@Letter Bee
Sorry about the long delay! Got caught up with some stuff. Anyways I just got done with my sheet.


Oh I've been itching for a Fallout RP and this scratches that just right. Count me in.
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The United Front

Known as the Einheitsfront in Alfheichen


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Summary of Organization:
The United Front is a loose coalition of resistance fighters and political enemies of the Alfheiches Reiyk. All working towards the common goal of overthrowing the current Alfheichen regimes in their respective regions. The level of coordination and information sharing between the different groups varies. Some groups within the group are even antagonistic with other groups. The different liberation groups are listed below:



















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Question @gorgenmast. Can the revenant majors give their minors the same level of autonomy as themselves? I plan on Urgun giving his circle as much free thought as he does if that's alright.

Oh and do you mind if I wrote a sheet for a revenant minor I'd play in the background? Just to mix up the Order of the Savior.


My rough and unfinished CS. Just something to give everyone an idea of. Checking in if it's okay.
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