Vespa
"Good," Fell nodded. "As far as benefits, Calder's mostly referring to medical. If there's one advantage to working for Stygian it's the medical insurance - mainly; you lose any parts, we'll replace them. I can tell you're not a stranger to bionics, but it includes organic reconstruction as well - a lot of people get squeamish about metal, so if you're worried about keeping your good looks they can grow or print pretty much any organ now."
Fell rubbed the side of his face unconsciously, "Further, you'll become eligible for augmentation if you prove yourself useful to the company. Bionic or genetic. If you don't want to wait that long, you can just pay for 'em. Or, if you're the gambling type, elect to take on something experimental. I, uh, suggest you wait a while on the Corvidus Cybereyes, though. Could just be me, but I don't think they've quite gotten the machine-flesh-synthesis-whatever down. ...Unless you like anti-rejection drugs."
"Aside from that, there's free rent on company housing. Just an apartment, nothing special, but it's shelter. You'll also get priority on all taxis in the city."
Calder interjected, "I'm afraid you will not be eligible for autotaxi priority or company housing until your employment is recognized. You will be able to use the bunks here temporarily, however."
Fell ran his hand through his hair, "Oh yeah, sorry."
Forlorn
Calder began to say something in the negative, but Fell stopped her; "I'm sure I can get my superiors to work something out. May not be all at once, but we'll get you something. I'll have it for you when I call you in for your briefing in a few days."
edited 26th Aug '15 5:35:22 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.Vespa smirked noticeably when the cybernetics were brought up, but kept her otherwise cool composure as she listened
When Fell and Calder finished, she spoke.
"Well, that sounds absolutely fine, Mr. Fell. I can take care of myself outside the business until such time as you're able to officially hire me. When can I start, what all do you want me to do, and when do I meet my coworkers?"
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Vespa
"Great," Fell replied as she signed the contract, reaching out a hand. "I wish I could tell you more, but right now there's even some things I don't know - it should mostly play to your skills, though. I will give you a call in a few days for a real mission briefing, during which time you will be able to meet some of your 'coworkers.'"
Forlorn
"I look forward to working with you," Fell said, holding out a hand for Liam to shake.
"Uhm, sure..." he replied to Liam's question, looking at Calder hopefully.
"I'm afraid I have to file this, sir," she replied quickly, turning to say, "A pleasure, Mr. Devos," before hurriedly walking out of the office with the tablet.
"I'll call someone up. If your employment comes up, just tell them you're still thinking about it."
Eventually a young man would arrive to give Liam his tour, noticeably giving one of the big lab buildings a wide berth.
Flesh is a design flaw.Vespa
"There's actually a cafeteria on-campus, on the first floor of the Nuke - uh, the Nucleus Building, the big one at the back of the park. It's alright. But if you can stand the half-hour drive, take a car to the city and go to Zelska's. Fair warning; it's a comedy venue, but the food is legit."
Calder rolled her eyes, and made her way out of the room, contract in-hand.
Flesh is a design flaw.Stygian Technologies Field Agency - a few days later
Alectus Fell placed calls to everyone within the week, asking them to meet him in the field agency's underground floor. Mr. Chun was told to come earliest, and reminded to bring his suit, which was put through a gauntlet of tests mostly at the wrong end of a firing range. Anastya would be requested to arrive about an hour later, with one each of her drone types. Their AI was put through its paces, demanding them to work together in a large room that had been filled with obstacles and cheap holographic soldiers. Next was Malware, who simply had to bring his hard drive, which was inserted into an air-gapped computer and verified by a few intrigued engineers.
Everyone else was told to arrive a short time later, though they would find the briefing room's door locked and were forced to wait out in the hall. Fell himself was nowhere to be found, and as he had kept them separate until that point, it would be the first time any of them would meet.
Flesh is a design flaw.Vespa took a seat, leaning against the wall outside the door, running her good hand through her hair. The last few days had been interesting enough, exploring the Stygian tech campus and the city itself.
Grabbing a notebook from her bag, she started writing in it, using her right arm to steady the page as she wrote, all while keeping an eye out for anyone else.
assuming no one else had shown up- she's being polite by showing up early for the meeting.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Liam, or Forlorn as he would be codenamed while on-mission, made sure to show up slightly early to the requested meeting. When he arrived, a young woman, a girl really, was already there. He had a small mental shrug as he thought about how desperate they were to put kids on the job. Though, he supposed, he had probably been younger than her when he had signed up for basic.
He nodded at her wordlessly as he went to the door, checking the handle or digital interface once to verify that it was, in fact, locked. He took a step to the side, pressed his back to the wall, and leaned in, waiting for Dr. Fell to arrive. As he did so, he took an unlit cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth, letting it hang from his lip.
"Morning," he added.
A few days earlier
"Understood... I imagine I'll be getting the details for the new identity soon enough. Where should I stay and what will be my cover story for my enhancements and skillset if you'll be contacting and possibly hiring my services as Sarah Morrison?" asks Bell without any hesitation, smiling as she grabs the suitcase with her new 'face'.
A few days later
Sarah arrived a little while after Liam, keeping mostly to herself for the moment... her enhancements still hidden under the synth skin. She wasn't wearing exactly her war outfit, but instead of a dress like a few days ago she was wearing a nice, professional suit, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail.
Mission Time
Malware was more than ready for this mission. He had prepared the hard drive within a day, and had his backpack packed with his laptop, phone, various cables, and Fritz the night he got the call. And now, after turning in the hard drive, he arrived at the door of the brief room... Only to realize that there was a small group standing by the door.
...Right. Figured that the odds would lean towards working with others, Mal thought to himself, keeping a straight face as he sat next to one of the members. Now, just act casual...
The testing had gone smoothly, for the most part. Bai had opted to wear the suit into the complex, which gave the guards at the front gate a good scare when the opened the back of his brother's truck to reveal a seven-foot tall power armor staring down at them. A brief explanation and clearance check, and he was in the facility. Though the Type 100 had taken a good deal of beating from the ballistics tests, the damage had naturally repaired itself by the time the ordeal was over.
Mr. Chun opted to leave the suit out of the meeting, and instead ended up the least well dressed out of the group assembled in the lobby. The Type 100 was rather stuffy inside, so his impromptu "pilot's suit" consisted of sweat pants and a simple white tank top, both relatively sweaty from the Californian heat. A little bit intimidated by the finely dressed group in front of him, he opted to take the best possible route: Small Talk.
"So, you are all here for the job?" He took a seat on the fine leather seating in front of the door, and looked them all over. "You would be my co-workers, yes?"
"Morning" Vespa replied back to the man. His own body language didn't seem to convey a desire to converse, so she let him be.
She looked to the kid who had sat down next to her and regarded him curiously with a sideways glance.
"Co-workers?" she replied to Chun, making sure to keep a steady tone as she continued to work. "I'm with Smokey over here; I'm just here on my own business."
edited 27th Aug '15 1:46:03 PM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]The first thing on Anastya's mind right now is to repair 19, and 20 and also foot the bill to U-Haul vans repair cost. Jeeves kindly reminded her, as she is walking to the conference room that normally, people would be quite surprised to see a pair of imposing, barebones, and not at all pleasant mechanical humanoids in the back of a van.
Still, the tests went over smoothly—Ballistics tests were passed with sterling results, as do maneuver tests. Ballistic tests proved similarly- pistol rounds outright shattered against the reinforced armor plates meant to withstand lab accidents, and rifle rounds simply deflected off or momentarily threw precision by a small margin. Working among themselves is easy-They are made for that. Co-ordinating with others though, human co-workers, that's harder. She will have to work on that.
She opened the door to the room, in her work-lab coat and long skirt with a pair of glasses, looking like a lost college grad. And to any that saw her entering rather not inconspicuously, indeed she does-opting to sit in the corner, taking out a small PDA and looking around nervously, cowed by the presence of everyone around.
всегда веренWithout looking up from her notebook, Vespa broke the silence.
"Well, for the record, I don't think any of us are....formally employed as Stygian agents. It looks like we're all going to have to get to know everyone else one way or another. I hardly think it's going to serve us well to be dark and mysterious to everyone else."
She took another quick glance at the kid next to her before continuing.
"Who are you all?"
[forum cryptid: it/it's]She looked up to the lady beside her, before looking back at the phone she is holding onto. And talking to. And saw that when she looked back, hastily looked back to her phone.
"...I-I'm—Mirrivac. Anastya, Mirivac."
Not looking back, and flustered.
She can't have been more than sixteen.
всегда веренpunkish? the girl writing in the notebook looks pretty unremarkable.....at the second.
"No, he has a point, and I'm sorry, i'm just used to gathering information rather than revealing my own. You all may call me Vespa- everyone else does, anyway."
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"If you're going to keep me off the books," Liam said. "I'll need payment up-front. If there's no paper trail and you want to keep everything in your head, that's fine. But if the news is to be believed, you have a pretty high employee mortality rate here. Should - God forbid, of course - something happen to you lot, I'll be out a job and have no contacts here."