As Tane finished his post landing check of the systems, he grabbed his jacket. It was an old UN Navy flight jacket, though obviously not regulation, so no one could mistake him for active military. Heading out to the hatch he slipped into his room to grab a few items, while calling up the local ordinances regarding weapons. He needed to know if he could keep his pistol visible or had to hide it.

As he was reading it one of the other crew walked by his berth.

This last bit opens up the other players to interact with Tane if they want to. Also GM what are the rules for the station and weapons?

Personnel on station are allowed to carry a non-military grade (ie not fully automatic) sidearm for personnel protection.  Knives, brass knuckles, blackjacks, etc are also allowed.

Security responding to altercations will generally not initiate deadly fire but will return it.
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Casey padded down the corridor with ample grace, the fluidity of a hunting cat on the prowl and alert for any danger. Strangely, as her crewmates had learned over time, this was her relaxed stance.

Though something smouldered within her eyes as she glanced into Tane's berth, seeing him, she stopped. The smile that flitted across her mouth was predatory. Her voice raspy, smokey, projected into the area even though she spoke softly as she asked, "So what do you make of this forced volunteerism that we find ourselves in?"

Tane looked up at Casey. She represented his old life, and it sometimes disturbed him how easily violence came to her, but she was a good crew mate, and easy on the eyes, so he had learned to tolerate a little discomfort.

He shrugged. "If it pays off the ship, we can begin to make real profit. One person's discomfort is worth it. We're not going to hurt him, so no worries. So what is your take?" He asked while strapping on his sidearm. He shrugged on his flight jacket over his tank top, covering his tattoo's.

He grabbed a pair of shades, slipping them onto his head but not over his eyes. he figured having them if needed would be better than not.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

Addy shut down the engines as they coasted into the station, letting the turbines spin down and the exhaust waft away into the blackness of space. "How are we going to convince him to go with us, though?" he asked, entering the corridor in time to hear the tail end of the conversation. "I mean, if he's running away from his family, he's not likely to go with the people who're planning on taking him back to that family. I don't want to have to knock this kid over the head and carry him off."

Disconnected from her crash couch and waiting for the others as they leave the ship Doris is not quite comfortable in the gravity of even a large moon, but she manages well enough that only those who know her can see the difference in her stance.

Although some of her old Belter accent can still be heard in her voice her vocabulary and speech pattern is almost entirely that of the educated elite of the system.  ”That is an easy fix, we don't need him to go home to his family, we just need him to get on our ship, so we find out where it is he wants to go and tell him we are going there.  By the time he knows any different we will be done with this whole thing.”

Tane looked at Doris, and nodded. "That could work." He grinned and added, "If I wanted to send us to deep space none of you would be able to notice it. At least not right away."

Chao frowned. “I still don’t like it overall. I may have done some dirty things, but forcing someone...” He raised his fingers and did air quotes. “home just burns me. I never had a real home, but when I left somewhere, it was for a reason.”

He turned to Doris. “Which by the way, do we have any idea where to start looking for sonny boy?”

"Either the boy is running from the Family defined destiny, slumming it, or some variation on the old theme: 'I am an adult now and will decide my own course.'" Casey's change toward a sarcastic tone was evident as she stated the last bit. The Texas drawl even more evident.

She glanced at the others having already added their own thoughts, "I am not sure we have any choice in the matter if we want to be able to keep earning as a crew."

Checking her gear one last time, "As ready as I can be." she replied to Tane.

"Good question. I don't suppose daddy-o sent along a dossier on his son?"

"It will be a few hours at least before we can get clearance to leave the station, so there is time to try multiple approaches," Ade said. His dark skin shone in the blue daylight cycle of the passageway. Among the Martians and Belters on the crew, there was no mistaking his Earther musculature and bone density.

So, a kid from a rich family larking about the Outer Planets trying to make a name for himself, he thought. That strikes a little too close to home for me. I bet with as much as we have in common, I can probably get something by just talking to this Kai Dardanus.

Doris turns Chao's question into a rhetorical one of her own.  ”Where would you look for any boy away from home and unsupervised for the first time?  Check the bars and brothels for some new sucker easily separated from his money and you will find him quickly enough, or at least find out who disappeared him most recently.”

Casey glanced over to Doris, "Any chance you could get into the recording feeds, specifically the archives and use some facial recog to perhaps track him as one avenue.

"Some of us can check those areas too though it might tip off anyone who may have taken an interest in him to the point as you say of disappearing him.

Doris deadpans her response to Casey There is always a chance.  But there may not be a central database for more than just a few hallway cameras in public areas, easy to avoid if they even work at all.”

None the less Doris gets started finding herself a way to jack into what passes for a local information network and take from it what it has to offer.

Casey tips her head to the side in acknowledgement, a brief grin flits across her mouth.

Turning to Tane, "Shall we hit the dives and slums that we such types tend to frequent on leave?

"Unless there are other ideas to float first?"

Casey glances around at the others gathered around.

Tane, finished with getting ready steps over to the airlock. Though they were docked on the moon, the airlock was still the only personnel entrance, and he prepared to open the door. "Well, let's get going."

Chao frowned.

“There are a few places I can think of where he might have gone, none of them what you would call... classy.  “

OoC: with Chao’s sketchy history here, what would be the best place to look for information on the boy, if not the boy himself?

09:51, Today: Chao Zhang Sokolov rolled 17using 3d6+3 (5 stunt points) with the AGE System (({5}, 4, 5)).

So, with the Knowledge Talent, that would be an additional piece of info if successful? And, are there any stunts appropriate for this since I have 5 to spend? LoL

Casey nodded, snugged her jacket closed and followed Tane out. Out of habit as they exited she checked who else was around and if any of them were taking undue attention in them or their ship. If anyone set off her threat radar ...

"Where do you want to start this party?" Casey asks Tane.

IGA:

15:28, Today: Casey Khatri rolled 9 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 4, 1.  Perception 1 no focus applicable.

Doris pulls up her data pad and runs a few scans of the station network.  Although they appear to be normal network traffic her software actually gathers a list of known vulnerabilities in the station's public systems.  In short order she finds some promising openings that the OPA has cataloged and guarded from public knowledge.  Of course, exploiting them from her own data pad would leave a neon lighted trail back should any intrusion-detection system be triggered at some point while she works.  She'll need a local network jack to make the actual attack and obfuscate the source.


Cho remembers an OPA run bar on level 9, The Inconsistent Moon, run by a Belter named Sax.  The chances of the man knowing Kai Dardanus seem slim but Sax was always a connections man; if the crew can make it worth his while he might be able to point them in the right direction.
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Casey heads to the bar whether she has others in tow or not, it kind of sounded like her kind of place. As she walked the station she made note of the places and the people along the way; various cross connected shafts and other places that could be useful if one needed to E&E.

As she arrived at the bar, she didn't slow down much but she definitely took in its scene trying to get a feel for it before immersing herself into its ambience and culture.

IGA: What all does she see as she takes in the place?

Without anywhere better to go Doris tags along to the bar.  Once they get to a booth table however she is mostly off in her own world, quite literally, as she plugs her own system into the bar network to use their hard-line connection to the rest of the station as a buffer for her own intrusion of the various camera feeds they need to track their wayward boy.

Tane scans the area looking for the target, but also looking to see what is around. Observing the area for potential trouble, opportunities, and anything interesting.

I'm not sure if I need to make a roll but if I do I have a focus in Searching.
SEARCHING: This focus helps Tane with finding things that are hidden or obscured, such as hidden compartments. This ability is Tane's capacity to pick up on and notice things using any of his senses.

It's a 30 minute stroll through the station and lifts to reach the bar.  This section of level 9 appears to be light industrial.  There's a mix of personnel but the vast majority are Belter of all ethnic descents.  Delivery, sorting, small repair, it's a mix of companies running operations from the locations you pass.

The Moon itself isn't much to look at.  This time of day there's plenty of room with only a few tables occupied.

With introductions made and a suggestion from Sax to use a particular booth, Doris gets to work.  She quickly recognizes that the port she jacks into sends her traffic through dozens of proxies; the chances of station security tracking any of it back to the Inconsistent Moon are minuscule.  Her evaluation of network vulnerabilities prove accurate and in short order she has access to surveillance footage going back months.  She's certain there is existing systems in place to run facial recognition scans (so common these days) but the ultra-level ones will be behind Station Security firewalls (Pinkwater Corp here on Ganymede).  It just comes down to a question of time.

At this point I'm assuming you've simply used Cho's familiarity with Sax to gain access to a secured network access and provided assurances you won't bring Pinkwater Security down on the bar.  Sax knows nothing more yet.

What do the rest of you do while Doris works?

Tane, you (and anyone else who'd like to) can make a Perception test, include your Searching bonus, to scan the area.

Doris, you get to decide if you use the available scanning software or look for something that will chew through the terabytes faster...
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11:06, Today: Tane Henare rolled 16 using 3d6+4 (3 stunt points) with the AGE System with rolls of {3}, 3, 6.

OOG: As per above she's checking out the bar to get a feel for it and see what she notes.

13:54, Today: Casey Khatri rolled 15 using 3d6+1 with the AGE System with rolls of {5}, 6, 3.  Perception.

While Doris sets up her facial recognition algorithms and begins churning through mounds of video footage the remaining crew takes in the bar and its patrons.  After 20 minutes Tane and Casey are fairly certain that at least 2 of the "customer" are permanent fixtures of the establishment.  One, a rough looking Belter, narrows his eyes at Tane before the pilot shifts his focus away.  Neither ever moves to have their glasses refilled; Sax remains behind his bar serving a trio seated there and any others who come up to place their orders.

The establishment has the standard video surveillance cameras and roll-down security shutters; nothing out-of-the-ordinary.  There are gender neutral bathrooms and a door behind the bar which presumably leads to storage, maybe an office.

In the meantime Doris' search suggests 2 potential matches which both prove to be false.  The search continues.

Any actions from the crew while the computer search runs?