<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Boost: 'James Yao, Triad Negotiator'<br/>Boost: Triad Intel<br/>Boost: Night Cartel Info<br/>Boost: Verified Network<br/>Boost: Paranoid Attention to Detail<br/>Scene Aspect: Overwatch (4 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Subverted Panopticon<br/>Scene Aspect: Fresh Exploit Software (1 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Faked Hypercorp Worker IDs (1 Free Invoke)<br/>Scene Aspect: Rigged Rover (2 Free Invokes)<br/><hr/><br/><br/></div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>Drop<br/><br/>The maintenance bot makes a pitiful squealing sound as your blade ruptures its motive-fluid tubes, exposing the fluid inside to the barely-there Martian atmosphere. The dog-sized bot slowly deflates as the liquids inside of it are sucked out and boil away in the low pressure environment. It gradually shrinks into a gooey pile of hard plastic plates, squishy plastic entrails, and unidentifiable sticky residues. The sensor cluster that makes up its mouth/face twitches in confusion, unable to comprehend what's happening.<br/><br/>Scanning the meeting area though your scope reveals the current status of the cameras. What's left of them, anyways. The cheap sensor strips and similar sensors show signs of a nanoswarm attack. It looks like the swarm simply attacked the already tenuous links to the various power nodes and let the sensors die of exposure. The hardier sensors appear to have been attacked directly; the few you can get a decent look at have malformed lenses or melted looking casings.<br/><br/>Some of the more durable/robust sensors have signs of laser damage; likely rifle grade.<br/><br/>As you scan the area, the growth of dead or dying sensors slows. Whatever is causing the loss of coverage is probably satisfied with its work.<br/><br/>A lucky swivel of your scope lets you catch a glimpse of something moving around. Focusing your scope, you see a neo-gorilla toss an empty seeker launcher to the ground and head towards the meeting site. The discarded weapon begins to crumple in on itself as a nanoswarm consumes it.<br/><br/>Night falls upon the abandoned souk as it's consumed by the shadows of the synthetic and natural terrain surrounding it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Success v Difficulty +4<br/><br/>As discussed in OOC, killing the bot is a Compel of <em>Ruthless Veteran</em>.<br/>Gain 1 Fate Point.<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>Fallen<br/><br/>A small, buzzy drone flits around the architecture around you. It lands on one high point after another, quickly scanning the area around it before hop-fall-flying to another in a deceptively clumsy fashion. A pair of small glowing yellow antennae bob on its head. The body underneath is looks like a black bug skeleton made out of triangles.<br/><br/>Upon seeing you it reaches out over the mesh. Your muse handles the interaction, supplying the bot with the passcodes its expecting.<br/><br/><strong>? ? ?:</strong>FOLLOW ME TO THE MEET SITE<br/><br/>With its target found and message delivered, the evil looking bot hop-buzzes away, occasionally looking back to make sure you're following it.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/>SHANGAIMARS2_DOMEOPS briefly turned its considerable attention to an alert from one of its many agents. One of the dome maintenance bots had stopped responding. It turned its massive digital presence towards the bots last location. A maintenance airlock was malfunctioning.<br/><br/>As it cleaned up the junk code evidently responsible for the airlock malfunction, it spun off an alert to the drone manager AI to send out a repair bot to repair or replace the silent maintainence bot.<br/><br/>Its massive databanks churned though the data from a few more milliseconds, recognizing a pattern.<br/><br/>A message was spun off to the security AI as well.