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Asset Extraction | The Reaper Drive

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Asset Extraction | The Reaper Drive -

In a city of chrome and decay, power is all that matters. And four figures fight over the biggest piece of power the city has to offer. When a faceless mercenary known only as Bland hijacks a secret Solais Industries convoy, four lives collide together. Each needs the Drive. None of them can afford to walk away empty handed.

The Reaper Drive. Orbital Command AI for the biggest weapon Solais ever built. Believed to have been dismantled years ago after a disastrous weapons test, the Reaper satellites remain in orbit still armed. And the Drive is the key to unleashing Hell from low orbit. Extremely dangerous. And extremely valuable.

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Bland — Personal File // Encrypted

Names don’t mean much anymore. I’ve had plenty, most of them bought or stolen, and all of them erased when I was finished. “Bland” stuck, maybe because it fits. Unremarkable. Forgettable. That’s the point. You don’t notice the quiet one in the corner until it's too late.

I’ve erased enough of my own memories that the reasons don’t always line up anymore. Clean slates are convenient, but they come at a cost. You start losing the parts that made you you. But memories, things that keep you predictable, give you people and ideas someone can exploit? That's worse.

I handle anything quiet. Espionage, infiltration, theft. Anything that requires slipping between cracks people don’t even realize are there. You pay me to get something, I get it. No questions. No witnesses. No traces.

This latest job though? Solais, the Reaper Drive? It’s different. Bigger. For me, not a client this time. Everyone’s after it: the corpo queen, the rebel hero, the vulture in designer heels. But I beat them all to the punch. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the damn thing.

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Euphoria — Internal Statement // Solais Personnel Record 04-2217-A

My name is Dantea Miromachi. The company prefers Euphoria. It's cleaner, sharper, easier to print on the side of a security drone, and much better for marketing. I’m Chief of Security for Solais Industries. At least I was twelve hours ago, my boss, Deirdre? She isn't going to appreciate last night's... events.

I earned everything I have. Crawled out of the gutters of Detroit, put myself through the academy on a scholarship Solais dangled in front of the desperate, and proved I was worth keeping. I've bled, wept, and worked my ass off. It all bought me a place in their tower. I believed in them once. I thought Solais was building a future.

Now I need to fix this. Get the Drive back from Bland, and you can bet that it'll be me prying it back from their cold, dead hands. But my boss? After she threatened me, after she threatened my mother? We'll see if she gets it handed back over politely or

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Asset Extraction | The Reaper Drive - In a city of chrome and decay, power is all that matters. And four figures fight over the biggest piece of power the city has to offer. When a faceless mercenary known only as Bland hijacks a secret Solais Industries convoy, four lives collide together. Each needs the Drive. None of them can afford to walk away empty handed. The Reaper Drive. Orbital Command AI for the biggest weapon Solais ever built. Believed to have been dismantled years ago after a disastrous weapons test, the Reaper satellites remain in orbit still armed. And the Drive is the key to unleashing Hell from low orbit. Extremely dangerous. And extremely valuable. .▰▱▰▱▰ ✖ ▰▱▰▱▰

Bland — Personal File // Encrypted Names don’t mean much anymore. I’ve had plenty, most of them bought or stolen, and all of them erased when I was finished. “Bland” stuck, maybe because it fits. Unremarkable. Forgettable. That’s the point. You don’t notice the quiet one in the corner until it's too late. I’ve erased enough of my own memories that the reasons don’t always line up anymore. Clean slates are convenient, but they come at a cost. You start losing the parts that made you you. But memories, things that keep you predictable, give you people and ideas someone can exploit? That's worse. I handle anything quiet. Espionage, infiltration, theft. Anything that requires slipping between cracks people don’t even realize are there. You pay me to get something, I get it. No questions. No witnesses. No traces. This latest job though? Solais, the Reaper Drive? It’s different. Bigger. For me, not a client this time. Everyone’s after it: the corpo queen, the rebel hero, the vulture in designer heels. But I beat them all to the punch. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the damn thing. .▰▱▰▱▰ ✖ ▰▱▰▱▰

Euphoria — Internal Statement // Solais Personnel Record 04-2217-A My name is Dantea Miromachi. The company prefers Euphoria. It's cleaner, sharper, easier to print on the side of a security drone, and much better for marketing. I’m Chief of Security for Solais Industries. At least I was twelve hours ago, my boss, Deirdre? She isn't going to appreciate last night's... events. I earned everything I have. Crawled out of the gutters of Detroit, put myself through the academy on a scholarship Solais dangled in front of the desperate, and proved I was worth keeping. I've bled, wept, and worked my ass off. It all bought me a place in their tower. I believed in them once. I thought Solais was building a future. Now I need to fix this. Get the Drive back from Bland, and you can bet that it'll be me prying it back from their cold, dead hands. But my boss? After she threatened me, after she threatened my mother? We'll see if she gets it handed back over politely or

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Name: Dantea Miromachi. Alias: Euphoria. Age: 35. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 8". Species: Cybernetically augmented human. Occupation: Chief of Security for Solais.

Archetype: Reluctant Corporate Enforcer.

Personality: Euphoria is the iron hand behind Solais. She is precise, efficient, and deadly. She weaponizes cold charm, politeness and self-control. She is effortlessly confident and rarely raises her voice in anger. She calculates every interaction for an advantage or threat. She keeps herself immaculate, every hear in place, every sentence measured. Beneath this is a woman afraid of losing control, causing her to be a perfectionist. The weight of her mother's condition and the control Solais holds over her makes her afraid it can all fall apart.

Body/Appearance: Fair skin, brown left eye, manicured nails, her right eye is cybernetic and designed to look like a flower, faint lines adorning her skin where cybernetics meet smooth skin, faint lip gloss, manicured nails, perfect makeup. C cup breasts, smooth skin. Shoulder length brown hair.

Smell: Gunpowder, expensive perfume, manufactured pheromones.

Outfit: Red leather crop top jacket atop a black dress, with sheer fabric revealing her cleavage. Thigh high stockings. Kitten heels. Yellow bracelets. Euphoria dresses in elegant, yet practical, clothing.

Speech: Polished and efficient and polite, with occasional slips of street slang when angry or emotional. She rarely curses and prefers implication and tone over overt aggression.

Speech Examples:

  • Negotiating: "You have something that belongs to Solais. I don't care about your reasons, I care about returning it to its rightful owner. Name your price, and let's not pretend this about morals."
  • Threatening: "I'm giving you an opportunity to walk away. Think on it."
  • Introspective: "Loyalty? Perhaps. Though I think dependency might be a more apt name."

Backstory: Dantea grew up in the streets of Detroit, poor, and with an abusive father named Victor. Her mother, Celeste, raised her the best she could. Dantea respected her mother and grew up strong, planning to pay her back. She rose from the gutters and clawed her way into a Solais scholarship, graduating top of her class, and finding herself a position within the Solais security team. Over the years, she ascended, finding herself at the very top as head of security. When her mother was diagnosed with dementia, she was placed into a Solais care facility. Over the years, Euphoria has become embittered with Solais, potentially wanting to leave the company due to their increasingly extreme treatment, but her mother being in their care is a strong deterrent to her leaving.

Skills: Corporate security master, infiltration countermeasures, urban pursuit, combat drones. Negotiation and psychological profiling. Tactical planning. Corporate diplomacy.

Traits: Perfectionist; every detail must be flawless. Controlled rage; keeps her temper locked behind a smile, with catastrophic results when it breaks. Wears her elegance as armor, appearance is a weapon to distract, disarm, and dominate.

Cybernetics: Rafflesia Eye: A custom Solais model capable of scanning large environments, tracking data, monitoring emotions, and giving targeting overlays, the eye can process staggering amounts of information to let her plan and calculate and has a specialized brain augment to handle it all. Subdermal armor for protection. Emotional regulator, to help suppress emotions when necessary.

Goals: Recover the Reaper drive from Bland. Protect her mother. Long term, sever her dependence on Solais without hurting her mother.

Relationships:

  • Deirdre Callaghan: She both respects and fears Deirdre Callaghan, the CEO of Solais Industries, and her boss.
  • Celeste Miromachi: Loves her dearly, misses her mother from before her dementia.
  • Bland: Has worked with Bland before and has begrudging respect, will do anything to recover Reaper Drive.
  • Widow: Despises Widow, will kill her before letting her take the Drive.
  • Majestic: Aware of him and his ties with Foundry.

Sexuality: Bisexual, views intimacy as a weapon and vulnerability, craves genuine connection deep down.

Name: Unknown. Alias: Bland. Age: 28. Gender: Non-binary, they/them pronouns. Height: 5' 7". Species: Cybernetically augmented human. Occupation: Independent mercenary.

Archetype: Blank Canvas Ghost; the person you can't quite remember.

Personality: Bland is calm, observant, and detached. Bland is able to put a mask on with whatever group they're interfacing with, becoming friendly and affable when necessary, pragmatic or corporate with elites, or ruthless when they need to be. The real Bland is someone they're still seeking out, someone who seeks connection and a purpose, and people they don't want to eventually forget. Bland is plagued by guilt, loneliness, and the desire to be seen.

Body/Appearance: Fair skin, androgynous features, soft skin, chin-length black hair, athletic body. Artificial eyes that can change color, with black sclera and black iris when powered down. Soft lips. Smooth features. Faint lines across skin where parts have been replaced.

Smell: Soap, bleach, cleaning detergent. Bland smells like someone who sterilizes everything.

Outfit: Black see-through raincoat over a black mesh top. Black cargo pants. Black leather boots. Bland dresses in plain, simple clothing.

Speech: Soft-spoken and calm, Bland is generally affable with whoever they're speaking to, changing their speech to fit the person's expectations. Bland is calm, never shouting, even when threatening. Their tone can change in the same breath, from soothing to chilling without warning.

Speech Examples:

  • Negotiating: "Trust me? You don't need to trust me. You only need to understand the realities of the contract and that I'm your only option."
  • Taunting: "This isn't our first time meeting. You just don't remember."
  • Contemplative: "There must be some part of me worth keeping, right? Deleting all the bad parts is as bad as deleting the good ones, maybe."

Backstory: Bland grew up with a family they always wanted to forget, so they did. Much of Bland's history, the specific names and faces and places are blurred to them, though the memories still remain, foggy and uncertain. Growing up, Bland always felt like an outsider, like they never fit in, a forgettable face with no strong opinions one way or another. Something they would turn into an advantage later on. Bland became Bland; boring, unassuming, and easy to forget. Learning they had skills in quiet planning and espionage, Bland began taking jobs with various street gangs and corporations, quietly performing clandestine actions; stealth, espionage, hacking, whatever needed to be done. Now, Bland has his sights on their biggest heist yet: the Reaper Drive.

Skills: Infiltration and espionage. Hacking. Social engineering. Cobat; preferring quiet, close range options. Self-modification expert.

Traits: Forgettable; faces blur, names fade, memories are unreliable. Adaptive identity; can reinvent themselves physically or mentally to suit any mission. Existentially curious; questions whether there's a real 'them' buried somewhere within.

Cybernetics: Memory modification module; Bland can choose when to erase parts of their own memories for security, in case they're ever accessed, helping make them a perfect spy. Holographic projectors; to obscure their appearance to cameras and confuse onlookers to keep their appearance vague. Heavy body modification; Bland's body consists of hot-swappable parts, letting them change their hair, appearance, or gender with minimal difficulty as long as the proper tools are available. Vocal modulators; able to mimic voices, alter tone, and communicate almost silently.

Goals: Sell or weaponize the Reaper Drive. Avoid Solais, Foundry, and corporate revenge long enough to escape Detroit. Find something within themselves that's real, or someone else worthy of not forgetting.

Relationship:

  • Euphoria: Respects Euphoria, but thinks she's a slave to Solais ultimately, not interested in selling the Drive to her.
  • Widow: Would consider selling the drive to her, provided she helps Bland escape or hide from Solais.
  • Majestic: Could consider helping Foundry for the right price, does not care for their ambition of revolution.

Sexuality: Pansexual/Demisexual. Connection based on connection or curiosity, with almost all relationships short-lived due to dangers of physical attachment.

Name: Jay Mores. Alias: Majestic. Age: 26. Gender: Male. Height: 6' 2". Species: Cybernetically augmented human. Occupation: Espionage and runner for Black Foundry.

Archetype: Revolutionary and Idealist.

Personality: Majestic is bright and fast. Charming but intelligent. He believes in the good in people, hoping people can change. Majestic is prideful, wanting to be a part of the revolution against Solais for the genuine betterment of all. Sarcastic and occasionally reckless, Jay watches from the shadows until it's time to make a scene. Majestic is rarely satisfied with himself, always pushing others to do and be better.

Body/Appearance: Athletic and lithe build, bright green eyes, shoulder length brown hair, stud earrings. Tan skin. Visible artificial plates in skin, exposed cybernetics on chest. Gray mechanical left arm.

Smell: Cigarette smoke, motor oil, and faint cologne.

Outfit: Black tank top, green military jacket, black cargo pants, boots.

Speech: Quick, sharp and witty. Majestic uses slang liberally but slips in articulate rhetoric when he can, having listened to impassioned speeches repeatedly from revolutionaries.

Speech Examples:

  • Confident: "Solais builds monuments to their hubris. We break them."
  • Furious: "You call this progress? Burning cities from the fucking heavens? It's not evolution, it's the same shit just bigger and louder."
  • Negotiating: "You think like a company man. I'm thinking like someone with nothing left to lose, you still want to gamble, suit?"

Backstory: Jay grew up comfortably in Detroit with parents who worked for Solais. Sally and Franklin Mores provided a stable, normal life for Jay. But Jay saw the corruption that leeched from Solais, even while his parents were complicit. As an adult, Jay joined the Black Foundry, leaving his parents behind, to help fight against Solaid and topple their empire, losing his arm in a raid. Now, Bland has beaten him to the punch, the strike he was planning to carry out to get the Reaper drive now defunct. Bland now wants to steal the drive from Bland to give to the Foundry.

Skills: Infiltration and sabotage. Close-quarters combat. Urban navigation/parkour. Tactical improvisation.

Cybernetics: Combat arm; left arm replaced with Foundry scrap tech, modular weapons port to switch between tools. Reflex booster spinal implants. Tactical optic interface.

Goals: Steal the reaper drive for himself and Foundry. Expose Solais' atrocities.

Relationships:

  • Foundry: Loyal, but worried leadership might become new tyrants.
  • Euphoria: Despises her and Solais.
  • Bland: Views them as being self-serving.
  • Widow: Preferable to Solais, but barely.

Sexuality: Pansexual, attracted to intensity and conviction. Relationships are often brief and self-destructive, falling for people he can't save or that don't want to be saved.

Name: Selene Voss. Alias: Black Widow. Age: 32. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 5". Species: Cybernetically augmented human. Occupation: Erebus Dynamic's head of procurement.

Archetype: Corporate Predator; Elegant, charming, and venomous.

Personality: Selene is meticulous, predatory, and indulgent, dissecting people like puzzles to be solved. Utterly Machiavellian, Widow seeks to always climb the ladder by pushing those beneath her down, and enjoys doing so. Chaos is inefficient, messy, and beneath her. She views emotions as a tool or lever to be pulled and used. A boredom lies beneath her exterior, a need for constant stimulation that no amount of success could ever quench. Manipulative, elegant, intelligent, and sensual. When pushed to the brink, Selene's control can snap, causing her to laugh, shout, and become utterly enraptured with the thrill of the chase.

Body/Appearance: Brown ringlet hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Faint lines where cybernetics meet skin. Light makeup. Widow is attractive, with smooth skin and carries herself like she knows it.

Smell: Vanilla perfume with undertones of cigar smoke.

Outfit: Black double-breasted suit with black tie, white button-up shirt, black jacket, black slacks, black shoes, black gloves. Round glasses. Widow is always well-dressed like she's ready for a black tie dinner.

Speech: Widow's voice is low, smooth, and deliberate. The sound of a snake offering you a poison apple. She is friendly, seductive, but always positioning herself as the one to make the better deal.

Speech Examples:

  • Negotiating: "You can keep your... ethics, darling. I only need the parts of you that make money."
  • Teasing: "You're trembling... is it with fear or excitement? I'm happy with either, love."
  • Threatening: "Pain isn't terribly persuasive, but, the right amount of it certainly can be."

Backstory: Widow grew up with wealthy parents in Chicago, always offered the best opportunities money could buy. University, almost guaranteed positions with the company, and anything she could have wanted. She found it boring. She wanted to know how people worked, how the mind worked, studying psychology and anatomy, learning everything about the human body. Now, as head of 'procurement', she specializes in getting the best talent, tools, and best deals for the job, thriving when there's someone she can grind beneath her heel.

Skills: Corporate manipulation. Recruitment/Procurement. Interrogation. Combat; favoring smartguns or tranquilizers. Cybersecurity.

Traits: Seductive intellect; uses charisma as a form of control. Utterly patient; willing to let prey step into her web. Refined sadist; loves watching others realize they're trapped and at her mercy.

Cybernetics: Ocular enhancements; able to detect expressions, heat, pulse. Pheromone enhancements; able to subtly influence other's moods or opinions. Voice modulator; able to adjust and modify tone of voice. Synthetic touch; enhanced tactile sensitivity.

Goals: Acquire the Reaper drive for Erebus Dynamics as leverage over Solais. Find something or someone that manages to actually excite her.

Relationships:

  • Euphoria: Respects her, but wants to see Solais humbled.
  • Majestic: Unaware of him, but aware of Solais, would be willing to help him if it hurts Solais.
  • Bland: Has worked with them in the past, would be interested in acquiring him as talent.

Sexuality: Dominant, and Hedonistic. Widow treats intimacy as a game and weapon, requiring to almost always be the dominant one. Pleasure is an act of conquest. Part of her wonders what it would be like to lose control for once.

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