They call this a sleeve, a morph, a body. A physical form for an insubstantial mind.
And at what costs? They tell me “it’s free”. And I just owe them a favor. Favors can be worse than price tags.
The group was digitized and sent across space into new flesh (altered carbon). Each received a new body, but only two of them took to their new form in a good way.
Pathbreaker (or should we call him Zacheaus Middlewater?) was sleeved into a four foot tall parrot. The body was difficult to adjust to even before you start considering the myriad of enhanced senses flooding the Ego’s perception.
Shadow Tooth (aka Gordon Bane) was sleeved into a Ghost morph. A combat assassin made for infiltration and special operations. Unfortunately, something was wrong with the body. It didn’t work the way it was supposed to.
Death Wolverine (or Randolph Scott) had a pretty big adjustment to make. A Fury is a morph built for one thing, combat. But to weed out excessive aggression, they are phenotype’d as female. So now he has boobs and an intricate pattern of face tattoo. But the body preforms as advertised.
They met their new comrade Michael Santoria. He explains how life is now.
“You are aboard the D.O.G. (Deep Observation Galleon). This ship was built to be an interstellar colonization and research vessel, but during the fall it was converted into a life raft.
Seeing as the United States of America no longer exists, we dropped the U.S.S. and became a self-sufficient commune. You don’t have a job. I’m not your boss. You don’t get paid. What you have is a responsibility and a debt. Everyone on this ship helps out, not helping means we all die a slow painful death. And your debt isn’t too me, but to my former teammates whose bodies you now wear. Honor it by keeping it alive and healthy and carrying on the good works they did.
We are a go-between for the captain and the rest of the ship. She owns the ship, but not the people on it. But without her, the ship falls apart and the people die. And lately, someone has been challenging our little society. A criminal by the name of Emil Stefansson has organized a criminal syndicate on the D.O.G. They go by the Night Cartel.
On most places they steal identities, bodies, make illicit copies of people, etc. And they do that here too, but worse than that they are bringing in a type of crime the DOG can ill-afford and that is organization and government. The Night Cartel is a hierarchy and to grow they have to instill that on the people around them. That is something I am damned-well going to oppose. Out here, there is no room for someone else telling you how you should live.
We met with Ramone Osorio a criminal low life who hates the Night Cartel for pushing him out of his home turf. And he put us onto a way to solve this little problem, we are going to remove Emil Stefansson from the picture. Without him the Night Cartel will fall apart as an organization. The main issue is that Emil likely has “off site” storage. Which means if we just shot him, his consciousness will be downloaded and come back eventually in a new body. To prevent this we had to get a signal jammer, it’s illegal so I couldn’t just borrow one from somebody.
So instead we (Chet Rifkin,Michael Santoria, and Randolph Scott) broke into one of the Night Cartel’s warehouses and stole one. It has a range of 100 yards and can’t be moved once set up, but this gives us a chance to end this threat.
Now we need two things: 1) a plan on how to ambush this guy and 2) some idea of what to do with his stack after we have it. Questions?"