Okay I did all three. More because my first mission didn't really have Lukas in it so I felt an overview of each mission would give a better understanding of him than just one mission.
The walls of the reality room shimmered and Yojimbi blacked out.
Simulation Activated
He awoke unaware that his reality was a lie and looked around. He was at a Ghost Faculty Station in Tarsonis. The holopad on his arm flickered to life and his operation manifest appeared.
?A fugitive wanted by the Confederacy is said to be lurking the underworld of Tarsonis. Using whatever abilities available to you, find and apprehend this fugitive. Caution is in order; he is armed, and he is deadly. Leave no way to trace your movements, whether it be through murder of contacts or memory wipes, you must sure that you remain unknown.?
Lukas laughed, hardly fair. He had grown up in the underworld of Tarsonis and fugitives were a dime a dozen, he knew the first place a man seeking weapons would go. He walked out of the Station and hailed the nearest public transit unit. Lukas got into the cab.
?You?re destination sir??
?Mine place I want to be going to is named of Y?Glear Earth House Delights?
The Driver muttered something about damn foreigners not being able to speak the damn language kicked the car into gear. The streets got darker and darker, the metropolis above them making it?s own canopy. The car jerked to a stop at Y?Glear?s House of Earthly Delights. Yojimbi handed him a wad of crumpled credits and got out of the public transit unit. Instead of thanking Yojimbi for his patronage, the driver proceeded to mutter something about damn foreigners and their damn hornyness.
The House of Earthly Delights was delightful indeed, if you were into the kind of person to want wanton physical pleasure. Females of all kinds, all incredibly attractive, pranced across the floor wearing nothing but their night clothing. Maybe less if a patron had taken it upon themselves to give the female enough credits to unlabor themselves of such garments. Yojimbi walked through the throng of lust, not even bothering to step over the less fortunate addicts who got a bad dose of barbiturates. The backdoor had a single bouncer standing guard. Yojimbi reached out his senses to find any minds that were being tainted by Facemash. There were three. Yojimbi probed the mind of the cluster of Facemash addicts, making their already testosterone ridden minds even more aggressive.
A brawl immediately ensued. The bouncer moved away from the door, making sure that none of the people still intent on spending cash at this establishment were harmed. He snuck into the backroom of the brothel. He came into a giant warehouse. There were enough weapons to arm a small resistance back here; men moved back forth moving received merchandise from the receiving bay to their appropriate piles. He was too exhausted from his mind alterations to evoke a cloak so he relied on his stealth instead. He crept along the wall of the warehouse, making sure that no one detected him. He allowed himself a rare smile; it was just like old times. Yojimbi eventually found the shipping manifest and uploaded it to his holopad. He then fried the computer, making sure his holopad ID could not be salvaged from the transfer data docket. The computer went out with a crackle and he went back into the front room. The fight was still going on, the brawlers holding their own against the squad of bouncers within a ring of curious spectators. Yojimbi made a mental note not to get involved into close quarters combat with anyone on facemash. Lukas pick pocketed a mind stimulant and a potent aerosol hallucinogenic from the entranced audience and left the Brothel.
Yojimbi found a bench a good walk away from Y?Glear?s and read the shipping manifest. A plasma rifle was sold to one Flag Gorgis only fifteen minutes before Yojimbi had gotten there. Lukas tittered; the idiot hadn?t even bothered to use a pseudonym. However, no plasma rounds were sold, which he had expected. Plasma rounds were incredibly hard to get ones hands on and there was only one place to get them. Yojimbi hailed another public transit unit and made his way to Loki?s Fortune: a casino front for the one rounds dealer who could get her hands on plasma rounds.
Yojimbi waited for the cab to make its way out of eyesight. He then vaulted up to the top of the one story building and waited for Gorgis to exit the Casino. Seven minutes later Flavis exited the Casino and looked left and right, but not up. Yojimbi then pulled out the aerosol hallucinogenic, punctured it, and dropped it onto the side walked bellow. Gorgis looked in the direction of the clattering sounds but did not notice the invisible drug seeping out of the can.
At least, not with his eyes. His brain started processing the chemicals form the overdose of the chemicals within seconds. Yojimbi then injected himself with the mental stimulate and roused his psionic power. Gorgis started shaking and looking around, trying to grasp the shadows that constantly stayed in his peripheral vision. He ran into an alley, bewildered by his new found paranoia. Lukas followed Gorgis on the rooftops. In the alley, Yojimbi saw that Gorgis was loosing it; all he needed was a little push. Lukas nudged Gorgis already terrified mind into overload, Flak could no longer take it. He took the plasma rifle and put it to his own head. Then Gorgis pulled the triggered. The job was done, Lukas?s consciousness began to fade. It was later reported that a drug addict had killed himself due to a hallucinogenic induced day-terror.
Simulation Activated
The next time Yojimbi awoke he found himself in a drop ship overlooking a small lunar citadel. The tower soared into the sky below him, gleaming off the reflective dirt of the moon. His holopad stirred again and his operation manifest appeared again.
The Confederacy has a special mission for you. Infiltrate a rogue Terran Command Center and retrieve plans for a "Psionic Disrupter." Detection means death.
Well of course this job was assigned to him, Lukas mused, if there was one thing Yojimbi could do, it was steal. He had never been caught. Well except once, that was when he was ten. Although he knew that was 20 years ago it felt so recent for some reason. He shook himself out of his ponderings to overview a blueprint of the base.
It was bad, it would pretty much drain his psionic ability just to get through the radar screen surrounding the tower. He was essentially without psionic abilities for the entire mission, and he seriously doubted he would be able to find mind stimulants on the drop ship, however there was a bottle of alcohol, probably left by one of the more eccentric Ghosts. He emptied the drink onto the floor and pocketed the empty bottle. He didn?t bother taking weapons, if he had to use them he would have already lost. He told the drop ship pilot to pick him up in two days. The pilot look confused but said nothing.
He began to concentrate on the air around. The air shimmered and hardened into an invisible wall, all angles and slants. He jumped out of the hatch and his membrane wings gave him a slow descent. The radar bounced off his psionic wall, detecting nothing. Yojimbi landed on the roof and shuddered, the effort it took to sustain such a large barrier for even that short duration had mentally drained him. Lukas looked around, searching for the portcullis leading into the tower. He found it after a few seconds, opened it, and slid down the ladder without a single noise.
Lukas glanced at the blueprints he had uploaded to the Holopad on his arm. The room where the psionic disrupter was being held was only two floors below him. He saw stairs leading to the floor below, with a man standing guard at the foot of them. The guard was armed to the teeth with guns and melta-knives. Yojimbi slid down the banister of stairs and in one fluid motion brought his hand to the back of the guard?s neck, the guard immediately slipped for consciousness. Lukas dragged him into the corner of the room and slipped the empty alcohol bottle into the guard?s unmoving hand; his superior would deal with him. Through the glass floor he could see the room where the psionic disrupter was being held. Lukas went back over to the guard and appropriated one of the melta-knives and one of the guard?s shoelaces. Lukas went back over to the floor and cut a hole into it using the melta-knives. He then proceeded to dangle the shoelace through the hole and set off one of the infared alarm beams.
An alarm warbled to life and brought every guards attention to the room. Lukas then crept back up to the roof of tower. He left the trapdoor open however so he could still hear what was happening below.
?WILSON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRUNK ON THE JOB??
?Sir, there must be some mista-?
The guard?s voice was cut off but the fire of a gun. Another guard?s voice echoed to the rooftop.
?Sir, no one was found on the floor below the room, it must have been a mistake.?
?THEN FIX IT!?
Yojimbi continued this charade for the next day and a half, constantly setting off the alarm. The arrival of guards to the holding room of the disruptor became longer and longer, after the 32nd set off of the Alarm, Yojimbi heard what he had waiting for.
?Fuck this, next time that alarm goes off I?ll taking my break, these stairs are taking it out of me?
An echo of general agreement of all the Guards reached Yojimbi?s ears. He waited for all the disgruntled and tired guards to go back to their posts on the numerous floors below the holding room. Then Yojimbi went down the stairs and put the disruptor in his pocket. The alarm warbled for its 33rd time and Yojimbi made his way back to the top with a leisurely pace, the guards would take their sweet time this time. The drop ship was waiting a few clicks above the roof tower. Yojimbi signaled the drop ship and it released a rope. Yojimbi grabbed onto the rope and it pulled him back onto the drop ship. He bothered not to even attempt to shield himself from the radar screen, it was too late for them to do anything. Lukas gave the disruptor to the drop ship pilot. Lukas began to fade out of consciousness.
Simulation Activated
Yojimbi recognized his surroundings as an observation room, a man sat tied to the chair on the opposite side of the one way mirror. Lukas shared the room with Commander Tian, who was staring at him the way one stares at a particularly distasteful piece of art.
Tian then turned his attention to the man in the other room.
?Kill him, with any weapon you wish?
A door opened to an armory, Yojimbi went inside and picked up a very miniscule Laspistol. The charge went in one end, and was shot out the other by a hyper accelerator.
?Very basic? Tian noted; he seemed to approve. Lukas then went into the room with the captive in it. Behind his back, Yojimbi surged with psionic ability. He melted the front of the Laspistol so that the front end of the barrel had no exit. Yojimbi then put a charge into the back of the pistol. He untied the captive and tossed the weapon to him.
?Leave? Yojimbi said.
Without a seconds hesitation the captive brought up the pistol and fired it at Yojimbi. The charged bounced off the collapsed end of the front barrel, went straight back out of the entry point of the charge. The charge lodged between the captive?s eyes and he slumped over, dead. Yojimbi, although exhausted from the effort it took to melt the weapon, looked into the mirror and smirked. Although he could not see Tian, he knew the commander was probably incredibly aggravated.
?Anything else, Commander?? Yojimbi smiled.
Memo to Commander Tian
Report on freeform combat testing
Subject: Lukas Yojimbi
Age: 10
Psionic Weaponry
Preferred Method: Applied Nueromancy
Strength: Low, he need for his targets to already be mentally unstable for him to have a chance of his Nueromancy having any affect. His psionic reserves are minimal at best, however it seems to be no great handicap to him, he easily finds ways around his limitations.
Material Weaponry
Preferred Method: Martial Stealth Arts
Strength: He has knack for finding pressure points on any body, probably due to his knack in Applied Nueromancy.
SPECIAL NOTE: He has a considerable knack for stealth.
SPECIAL NOTE: He has yet to take a life, as we already discussed this is a huge problem for us. Although he seems to have no qualms about being responsible for ones death he won?t do the deed himself. He even found a way around the ?Old Fashioned? test.
The walls of the reality room shimmered and Yojimbi blacked out.
Simulation Activated
He awoke unaware that his reality was a lie and looked around. He was at a Ghost Faculty Station in Tarsonis. The holopad on his arm flickered to life and his operation manifest appeared.
?A fugitive wanted by the Confederacy is said to be lurking the underworld of Tarsonis. Using whatever abilities available to you, find and apprehend this fugitive. Caution is in order; he is armed, and he is deadly. Leave no way to trace your movements, whether it be through murder of contacts or memory wipes, you must sure that you remain unknown.?
Lukas laughed, hardly fair. He had grown up in the underworld of Tarsonis and fugitives were a dime a dozen, he knew the first place a man seeking weapons would go. He walked out of the Station and hailed the nearest public transit unit. Lukas got into the cab.
?You?re destination sir??
?Mine place I want to be going to is named of Y?Glear Earth House Delights?
The Driver muttered something about damn foreigners not being able to speak the damn language kicked the car into gear. The streets got darker and darker, the metropolis above them making it?s own canopy. The car jerked to a stop at Y?Glear?s House of Earthly Delights. Yojimbi handed him a wad of crumpled credits and got out of the public transit unit. Instead of thanking Yojimbi for his patronage, the driver proceeded to mutter something about damn foreigners and their damn hornyness.
The House of Earthly Delights was delightful indeed, if you were into the kind of person to want wanton physical pleasure. Females of all kinds, all incredibly attractive, pranced across the floor wearing nothing but their night clothing. Maybe less if a patron had taken it upon themselves to give the female enough credits to unlabor themselves of such garments. Yojimbi walked through the throng of lust, not even bothering to step over the less fortunate addicts who got a bad dose of barbiturates. The backdoor had a single bouncer standing guard. Yojimbi reached out his senses to find any minds that were being tainted by Facemash. There were three. Yojimbi probed the mind of the cluster of Facemash addicts, making their already testosterone ridden minds even more aggressive.
A brawl immediately ensued. The bouncer moved away from the door, making sure that none of the people still intent on spending cash at this establishment were harmed. He snuck into the backroom of the brothel. He came into a giant warehouse. There were enough weapons to arm a small resistance back here; men moved back forth moving received merchandise from the receiving bay to their appropriate piles. He was too exhausted from his mind alterations to evoke a cloak so he relied on his stealth instead. He crept along the wall of the warehouse, making sure that no one detected him. He allowed himself a rare smile; it was just like old times. Yojimbi eventually found the shipping manifest and uploaded it to his holopad. He then fried the computer, making sure his holopad ID could not be salvaged from the transfer data docket. The computer went out with a crackle and he went back into the front room. The fight was still going on, the brawlers holding their own against the squad of bouncers within a ring of curious spectators. Yojimbi made a mental note not to get involved into close quarters combat with anyone on facemash. Lukas pick pocketed a mind stimulant and a potent aerosol hallucinogenic from the entranced audience and left the Brothel.
Yojimbi found a bench a good walk away from Y?Glear?s and read the shipping manifest. A plasma rifle was sold to one Flag Gorgis only fifteen minutes before Yojimbi had gotten there. Lukas tittered; the idiot hadn?t even bothered to use a pseudonym. However, no plasma rounds were sold, which he had expected. Plasma rounds were incredibly hard to get ones hands on and there was only one place to get them. Yojimbi hailed another public transit unit and made his way to Loki?s Fortune: a casino front for the one rounds dealer who could get her hands on plasma rounds.
Yojimbi waited for the cab to make its way out of eyesight. He then vaulted up to the top of the one story building and waited for Gorgis to exit the Casino. Seven minutes later Flavis exited the Casino and looked left and right, but not up. Yojimbi then pulled out the aerosol hallucinogenic, punctured it, and dropped it onto the side walked bellow. Gorgis looked in the direction of the clattering sounds but did not notice the invisible drug seeping out of the can.
At least, not with his eyes. His brain started processing the chemicals form the overdose of the chemicals within seconds. Yojimbi then injected himself with the mental stimulate and roused his psionic power. Gorgis started shaking and looking around, trying to grasp the shadows that constantly stayed in his peripheral vision. He ran into an alley, bewildered by his new found paranoia. Lukas followed Gorgis on the rooftops. In the alley, Yojimbi saw that Gorgis was loosing it; all he needed was a little push. Lukas nudged Gorgis already terrified mind into overload, Flak could no longer take it. He took the plasma rifle and put it to his own head. Then Gorgis pulled the triggered. The job was done, Lukas?s consciousness began to fade. It was later reported that a drug addict had killed himself due to a hallucinogenic induced day-terror.
Simulation Activated
The next time Yojimbi awoke he found himself in a drop ship overlooking a small lunar citadel. The tower soared into the sky below him, gleaming off the reflective dirt of the moon. His holopad stirred again and his operation manifest appeared again.
The Confederacy has a special mission for you. Infiltrate a rogue Terran Command Center and retrieve plans for a "Psionic Disrupter." Detection means death.
Well of course this job was assigned to him, Lukas mused, if there was one thing Yojimbi could do, it was steal. He had never been caught. Well except once, that was when he was ten. Although he knew that was 20 years ago it felt so recent for some reason. He shook himself out of his ponderings to overview a blueprint of the base.
It was bad, it would pretty much drain his psionic ability just to get through the radar screen surrounding the tower. He was essentially without psionic abilities for the entire mission, and he seriously doubted he would be able to find mind stimulants on the drop ship, however there was a bottle of alcohol, probably left by one of the more eccentric Ghosts. He emptied the drink onto the floor and pocketed the empty bottle. He didn?t bother taking weapons, if he had to use them he would have already lost. He told the drop ship pilot to pick him up in two days. The pilot look confused but said nothing.
He began to concentrate on the air around. The air shimmered and hardened into an invisible wall, all angles and slants. He jumped out of the hatch and his membrane wings gave him a slow descent. The radar bounced off his psionic wall, detecting nothing. Yojimbi landed on the roof and shuddered, the effort it took to sustain such a large barrier for even that short duration had mentally drained him. Lukas looked around, searching for the portcullis leading into the tower. He found it after a few seconds, opened it, and slid down the ladder without a single noise.
Lukas glanced at the blueprints he had uploaded to the Holopad on his arm. The room where the psionic disrupter was being held was only two floors below him. He saw stairs leading to the floor below, with a man standing guard at the foot of them. The guard was armed to the teeth with guns and melta-knives. Yojimbi slid down the banister of stairs and in one fluid motion brought his hand to the back of the guard?s neck, the guard immediately slipped for consciousness. Lukas dragged him into the corner of the room and slipped the empty alcohol bottle into the guard?s unmoving hand; his superior would deal with him. Through the glass floor he could see the room where the psionic disrupter was being held. Lukas went back over to the guard and appropriated one of the melta-knives and one of the guard?s shoelaces. Lukas went back over to the floor and cut a hole into it using the melta-knives. He then proceeded to dangle the shoelace through the hole and set off one of the infared alarm beams.
An alarm warbled to life and brought every guards attention to the room. Lukas then crept back up to the roof of tower. He left the trapdoor open however so he could still hear what was happening below.
?WILSON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRUNK ON THE JOB??
?Sir, there must be some mista-?
The guard?s voice was cut off but the fire of a gun. Another guard?s voice echoed to the rooftop.
?Sir, no one was found on the floor below the room, it must have been a mistake.?
?THEN FIX IT!?
Yojimbi continued this charade for the next day and a half, constantly setting off the alarm. The arrival of guards to the holding room of the disruptor became longer and longer, after the 32nd set off of the Alarm, Yojimbi heard what he had waiting for.
?Fuck this, next time that alarm goes off I?ll taking my break, these stairs are taking it out of me?
An echo of general agreement of all the Guards reached Yojimbi?s ears. He waited for all the disgruntled and tired guards to go back to their posts on the numerous floors below the holding room. Then Yojimbi went down the stairs and put the disruptor in his pocket. The alarm warbled for its 33rd time and Yojimbi made his way back to the top with a leisurely pace, the guards would take their sweet time this time. The drop ship was waiting a few clicks above the roof tower. Yojimbi signaled the drop ship and it released a rope. Yojimbi grabbed onto the rope and it pulled him back onto the drop ship. He bothered not to even attempt to shield himself from the radar screen, it was too late for them to do anything. Lukas gave the disruptor to the drop ship pilot. Lukas began to fade out of consciousness.
Simulation Activated
Yojimbi recognized his surroundings as an observation room, a man sat tied to the chair on the opposite side of the one way mirror. Lukas shared the room with Commander Tian, who was staring at him the way one stares at a particularly distasteful piece of art.
Tian then turned his attention to the man in the other room.
?Kill him, with any weapon you wish?
A door opened to an armory, Yojimbi went inside and picked up a very miniscule Laspistol. The charge went in one end, and was shot out the other by a hyper accelerator.
?Very basic? Tian noted; he seemed to approve. Lukas then went into the room with the captive in it. Behind his back, Yojimbi surged with psionic ability. He melted the front of the Laspistol so that the front end of the barrel had no exit. Yojimbi then put a charge into the back of the pistol. He untied the captive and tossed the weapon to him.
?Leave? Yojimbi said.
Without a seconds hesitation the captive brought up the pistol and fired it at Yojimbi. The charged bounced off the collapsed end of the front barrel, went straight back out of the entry point of the charge. The charge lodged between the captive?s eyes and he slumped over, dead. Yojimbi, although exhausted from the effort it took to melt the weapon, looked into the mirror and smirked. Although he could not see Tian, he knew the commander was probably incredibly aggravated.
?Anything else, Commander?? Yojimbi smiled.
Memo to Commander Tian
Report on freeform combat testing
Subject: Lukas Yojimbi
Age: 10
Psionic Weaponry
Preferred Method: Applied Nueromancy
Strength: Low, he need for his targets to already be mentally unstable for him to have a chance of his Nueromancy having any affect. His psionic reserves are minimal at best, however it seems to be no great handicap to him, he easily finds ways around his limitations.
Material Weaponry
Preferred Method: Martial Stealth Arts
Strength: He has knack for finding pressure points on any body, probably due to his knack in Applied Nueromancy.
SPECIAL NOTE: He has a considerable knack for stealth.
SPECIAL NOTE: He has yet to take a life, as we already discussed this is a huge problem for us. Although he seems to have no qualms about being responsible for ones death he won?t do the deed himself. He even found a way around the ?Old Fashioned? test.
